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Sorry to ALL the people who have read my first Blog and could not understand it, because of the paragraph spacing. When I first posted my Blog, everything was correct. I made one change to my letter, and then ALL the paragraphs ran together. No matter what I did, I couldn't fix it. When I emailed people over the net, they received my letters with the correct paragraph spacing. All letters I have sent through email were correct, just not the one on this Blog. I mainly wanted people to see my pictures I took for proof, and read the rest of my letters on the subject matter. I changed the word format to "Rich Text", added just one sentence, and corrected the paragraph spacing. I have not looked it over for spelling errors, because I have not read it since I wrote it. Why? Because it's like getting Raped over and over. My sincere apologies again.

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I left the original Blog up untouched with all the errors, so one can see I just made the correct spacing, added Lieutenant Governor of New York twice, and also another sentence. Thats it.

Bob Duffy the Lieutenant Governor of New York is not the Christian you think he is. The city of Rochester is out of control. Their killers, manufacture drugs, and very violent. I have to unscramble their forest of lies, and that takes time. Keep this in mind when you're reading. I have never been caught in a lie. The MRI Lie Detector Test Is My Boss And Will Never Fire Me. I have been in my apartment for like 5 years because of retaliation, and Bob Duffy is the main guy behind it now. Can I please have some help? Can someone check out Jesse Cross class of 2004, Spencerport High School? This guy grew marijuana for the police and made $143,000 every 3 months. My name is Roy D. Snell, and you can read all my letters on www.blackplanet.com. Search for diddy9470 and look at the pictures I took for proof. Bob Duffy should be yanked out of office or the integrity of the Governor office will always be questioned by people that know the truth.

Lieutenant Governor of New York / Former Mayor of Rochester

Bob Duffy is the head of this Institution. In fact, he is the Institution. He must have known about all the retaliation towards me. Did he permit it? If something like this is done for as long as this has been going on, it's done in his name. Let's follow the facts. On February 2nd, 2006, the Mayor wrote me a letter in response to the letter I sent him regarding his police department, and he told me where I could go to take a civil service test and to contact Rochester Works. I just finished writing him a long letter about all the Evil retaliation the college and police departments were doing to me. Two days after I received his letter, I emailed my letters around the country, exposing all the Evil. Everything in my letter checked out, so they came up with lies saying that I was an unlikable person, even though the police caused me to give up looking for a lawyer to sue the college, I was an unlikable person, so it doesn't matter that they sent 30 police cruisers after me, pulling out guns on me, and pretending like they were going to run me over, in order to keep me in my place. They did this to deflect blame, and justify their racist oppression. Not too long after I had emailed my letters, I met with the Internal Affair where I was introduced to Chris Brown, a.k.a. John Dettman look alike, which was the main guy that told everyone that people hated my guts and that I was an unlikable person. I can't stop them from lying, so I ask Chris Brown, a.k.a. John Dettman look-a-like, was the Mayor Bob Duffy going to give me a job with the city, and he had a fit because he didn't want me to mention his name in the interview because I was being recorded. He could have killed me. Listen to the tape? That being said, they're going to hit the roof on what I am about to write. M.C.C. first put the police departments on me, now the Mayor has taken over protecting their racist practices by pulling strings and working quietly like a master card player behind the scene.

John Reynolds [a high school friend] called me up all excited on a Saturday, the day before Fathers day 2008 practically begging me to come down the street to Maplewood Park because he was a Vendor at the Park for the weekend. He told me that he would give me free food and whatever I wanted to drink, just come down as soon as possible to keep him company. I think he called me back after 5 minutes just to make sure I was on my way. When I got there I was bombarded with questions from people I didn't know, and John told me that it was totally cool. One guy that was doing most the questioning was an older guy around 60 something that was head of security somewhere. The other guy was the head security for the Public Market. Then all of a sudden, someone told me to look over there, and I notice the Mayor of Rochester talking to other Vendors. I watched him as he made his way around, shaking hands with people in and outside around every single Vendor booth at the Park while talking to them. I also notice that their weren't any uniform officers around anywhere. He was just walking around with another African American by his side the whole time. When he arrived at John Reynolds booth, where I was, he stood back away from the booth asking John how was business. Remember, when he was talking to the rest of the Vendors, he was up close and personal talking with them while he shook their hands. Then he was looking at John, but was really talking to me when he said; "I grew up around these parts and I have made mistakes in my life when I was growing up, and I could have easily went down the wrong road, but I turned myself around, and was lucky enough that I didn't get into too much trouble. I understand how it's so easy getting in trouble and so hard getting out of trouble." That's what he said, just about word for word. Who was he talking too? It certainly wasn't John, because he doesn't have a record. At the time, John had told them that I was very popular in school, they had seen me in the year books getting names at the library, and knew they didn't have a chance and that I was going to prove them wrong on their biggest lie, at the time, over the internet. The police had completely demolished my reputation at the time, and I hadn't seen a pay check in like four months. So I gave the Mayor a look that said, I am going all the way through with this, by writing letters and letting everyone know what you guys did to me. Not a mean dirty look, but a look that said, I am still telling. John Reynolds and the Mayor started talking in code next. John said that he had called his office before, because he had problems with some kids hanging out by his place. The Mayor told him to call his office anytime. Why would he say that? Wouldn't you think he would say call the police? But to call him personally, that doesn't sit right with me. He almost grunted the words, "call my office to John". He kept interrupting John when John was telling him about the so called problem by saying, call my office, call my office, call my office in a hurried almost grunted tone. If the average person went up to the Mayor with some kind of problem, he wouldn't say call my office like that, he would say call the police. And even if he said, call my office, he wouldn't keep saying it, like its top priority or something. Call my office was code word for "this guy isn't going to play ball, can I count on you because I really want to get this guy, can you please help me, for I will return the favor. Whatever that favor was, I don't know, but you best believe there was something in it for John. He never shook John hand like he did the other Vendors. Like I said, he stood far away the whole time. Then he walked away mad, because he had on black shades the whole time and when he left, he looked at me as his eyebrows met. After he left, John looked at me with the guiltiest of eyes and had an overly excited look on his face like he just won the lottery. If they honestly thought I was the person the were making me out to be, the Mayor wouldn't have been there like that. A person could meet me once, and know I would never do them harm. And they know this better then anyone, but are really mad with me because I have proven institutionalized racism within the machine shops. I am not the problem; I am only a messenger with bad news about these racist realities.

When I told the people in the Vendor booth how the Mayor shook everyone hands when he was talking with the rest of the other Vendors, then when he got to the booth where I was at, he stood far away talking to John Reynolds, but was really talking to me. Everyone had a scared look in their eyes, and ran up to me trying to convince me other wise. They were trying to use their best "Game", because they knew I knew what was going on. Shortly after the Mayor left, I was asked to go up and get a wooden crate in front of the park that they forgot on the grass, and then all of a sudden police cruisers came out of nowhere looking at me mean as hell. If I would have talked it out with the Mayor, do you think they would have met me there looking mean? I went to the bathroom after that, and an officer was outside the bathroom, in fact, I almost hit him with the bathroom door. Then when I left the park to go home, I saw police cruisers all along the way looking at me very mean. The police was already in all my business, but after the Mayor gave me a mean look, they really had me surrounded. It was like he said, destroy him by any means necessary. And the police will do anything to please the Prince of Rochester. At all cost, never mind how. At all cost, the Mayor will protect his police department in return, no matter what crimes have been committed. Like the Taliban protecting Bin Laden. The Mayor has greatly contributed to my demise. He got people to do his bidding and dirty work for him, while his hands remain clean. And when everything works out in his favor, he could take the credit because it shows that he is on top of things and a competent Mayor. And when things don't work out in his favor, he could just pluck one of the many scapegoats. That way his hands always stay clean. It's certainly easier silencing me by sacrificing my future, then admitting to all the Evil and massive discrimination. To think the Mayor could be impartial after he was the captain of the police department is hilarious. Aren't those the same people that got him elected? That's conflict of interest.

The next day, which was Fathers Day, John called me and begged me to help him work because he was short staffed. I also knew this was a set up by the way he pleaded with me over the phone. John was looking at one of the many eyes on me when I was working, then he asked me to wipe the chair his son had just sat in, and I looked up just in time, and John was smiling ear to ear at one of the many eyes that surrounded me. Just imagine how I got treated at work. Why did I subject myself to all this? Because I have Faith built into my DNA, and even though I knew that John was involved, I just knew in my heart that John was on my side even though he told me to leave the college alone, I thought he would tell them the truth about how I really was and that everything would work out without me getting hurt. Then John had the nerve to say to me "what do you call one white guy and 100 black men in a room together? I said what, and John said a correctional officer and laughed so hard, snot came out his nose. Me and John were the closest of friends, and we both have never talked like that to one another before, he didn't think like that. Before all this happened, you could have counted the arguments we had on one hand. Now he is telling me racist cop jokes. Racism is so strong, I didn't even know it was that powerful. How do they get so many people to turn on me so fast that I had strong friendships with? Bottom line, I can't offer anyone anything in my position, and they can offer them everything, or take away everything. Not to mention the cops telling all the lies they want. By law, cops could tell you all the lies they want and am sure they used that law to their advantage when it comes to demonizing me to people.

Real racism is quiet, and by the Mayor giving me that mean look, then racist things happening to me afterwards, is an example of true racism. How can all these people threaten my life with weapons and walk around smiling at me as if they have gotten away with murder? The only thing that makes sense is that the Mayor made sure that nothing happened to them by giving them complete immunity or something. If that's not racism, there is no such thing as racism. He probably thinks that since he doesn't wear a white sheet over his head and burn crosses, that what he did was racist. He has no desire to protect my basic rights and is the main person behind these vicious acts of racism and I want justice. I don't know how Andrew Cuomo is suppose to clean up Albany, when his running mate is a politically evil, polished, professional, lying, corrupt demagogue. Look what he did when he double dipped. That's unethical and drives up the deficit. He knew what he was doing the whole time. A real Christian wouldn't do that, but a fake Christian that deceives and is out for number one will.

From the book, To Kill A Mockingbird and I quote, "As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash. That being said, ask the Mayor under an MRI lie detector test, did he know I was going to be there that day at the Park, and how did he know, whom idea was it? It shows that he directly conspired to set me up. For a billion dollars the Mayor could not pass that test. If he was to ever take that test, it probably explode. And given the choice to choose between a liar and a thief, I would pick the thief, because you can always watch a thief. That being said, he knew I was being set up and it makes all the sense that the police put pressure on me just after he left and countless savage racist acts happening to me as a result. Can you imagine a black Mayor doing this to someone white, and getting away with it? Rather you like me or not isn't that important because I know I go against a lot of people's value system by telling the truth. What's relevant is that the Mayor has gotten away with crimes, and is the role model for what people think the law stands for and should be held accountable for his actions. Perpetrators of wrong should not benefit from their wrong-doing. This is why thieves are not allowed to keep the things they steal. Evil needs to be punished, and not rewarded for crushing people with a job in Albany, so Evil can have ridiculous range practicing their Evil thrill of crushing people.

Social Service

I went from making 35,000 to 6,000, and I didn't receive a pay check in 8 months at the time. So I was forced to contact The Dept. of Social Service again, because the position this city put me in. Anyway, the last letter I wrote checks out, so they ran out of options, this time they threw a Hail Mary whopper of a lie. If you knew that someone had their car hit on purpose by the police, been abused by the police, went to prison unjustly because of the police, that your life is in jeopardy, and in poverty out of retaliation, why would you want to be mean and slick-talking and hurry this person out of your office knowing that you have the power to help this person and stop the evil? When I first arrived in my social worker's office, she had ulterior motives / hidden agenda and intended to deceive from the start and was trying to cloud my wits. Some scientists and experts say that multitasking kills your focus and decreases your productivity. That being said, this is something that they would know. The first thing she said was, we have to multitask, do you know what multitasking is, then she tried to explain what multitasking was to me like I was a child. Then she said, I don't have a lot of time, and by the way, why don't you just move. If you move, everything will be better off. I don't think they will follow you across State Lines. While she was talking to me, she was like, fill this out, read this, fill this out, read this, I don't have a lot of time, hurry up, I have people waiting on me, trying to distract me on purpose. Then I ask her did she want me to sign one of the papers here because it didn't have an "X", and I wanted to make sure I was signing in the right location, because she gave me orders really fast with lots of papers to sign. Then she snapped at me and said, "this is my second time telling you, place an "X" here, then sign". All of this was done on purpose. While she was talking to me, I stopped filling out the papers to answer her questions and respond to what she was saying, and she snapped at me and said don't look at me, look at the papers, fill the papers out, can't you multitask, hurry up, I have people waiting on me. Then she knew I didn't have a cent, and tried her hardest not to give me anything by arguing and fighting with me to sell my car. She said that my car was worth more that 500 dollars. How did she know what my car looks like? My car is a beat up 1992 Cutlass Supreme. You should have seen the anger in her eyes when I tried to justify my car being worth 500. All the while, saying hurry up, fill this out, read this, read that, fill this out and why don't you just leave. After all I have been through, you mean to tell me that they want to attack my intelligence and slick talk me, rather then getting Satan off my back, so I knew what she was doing and was done playing her little mind games. So I basically didn't answer the last question of the form and stopped filling out the papers, and ask her what do I put for an answer here, she told me , and I said can I leave? She said yes, so I left. I simply wasn't sophisticated enough for their tricks and lies. I knew she had me write the wrong answer but I didn't care. After I left, she told everyone that I could not read. It's like programming a computer with false information then spamming people to death. She was attacking me the moment I entered her office, with her mean eyes and the way she was talking to me by saying over and over again, just leave. If anything, they should have sorted out the truth, not take sides.

So, altogether they gave me like $200 for emergency food stamps, $385 for my rent and $35 in food stamps a month for a year. Obama increased the food stamps for people, so they sent me a form saying my food stamps would be increase if I signed and returned the form back in time, I mailed it back that day, and I have always received $35 of food stamps for one year. If one does the calculations for what I got from unemployment then, you would see that they gave me below what they gave others. If this isn't retaliation, I don't know what is. Then I had to sign a piece of paper saying that I will pay the Dept. of Social Service back in full. Under the circumstances, I feel that if I had blond hair and blue eyes, an a African American government did what they did to me, I wouldn't be force to sign jack. What are they really communicating? Some city agency wrote me a letter, saying that if I didn't attend an appointment, that my food stamps would be cancelled. I called my case worker and told her, and she yelled in my ear, what are you calling me for, I told her and she said to disregard the letter. I ask her what Social Service was going to do about my Land Lord breaking into my apartment, and she screamed very loud in my ear again and told me not to call her again, then hung up the phone in my ear. Then a year later, when they found out that I really could read, and trust me, they knew this the whole time, but wanted to silence me at the time. They sent me this food stamp form to fill out, with the maximum food stamps a single person could get. I never signed the form, or the other form they sent me a year after that.

Question, how often has Social Service done the dirty work for the Mayor, police and other city agencies? How many lies have they gotten away with, and especially with people whom couldn't defend themselves? What's the difference between the Police and Social Service? I think these are very important questions.

They put a bounty on my head and hired a hitman

Where there is an attempt on one's life, there is an employer. Who do you think the employer is in this case??? About a month after meeting with my case worker and the lie that made her the toast of Rochester, on my blood and sweat, someone hit my car again. The police hit my car before and left white and blue paint as proof on my car. If one were to take a paint test to my car, the test would come back positive showing they did in deed hit my car, because NO car that I have seen has blue and white paint. Even if it is a car with white and blue paint, since there are lots of different color blues and whites, what is the probability that out of all the different whites and blues colors, that same white and blue that they use for their cars, match the white and blue marks on my car? This was in the heat of the moment, I rest my case. This time, someone hit my car with an object of some sort on the passenger side by my rear tire. This was in front of the police camera. Altogether someone hit my car like 4 times. Then within two months after meeting with my case worker, I was coming from my sister house at exactly 12:30 a.m. I was followed by a car from the time I left my sister's house. There wasn't one police cruiser in sight from my sister house to my apartment, but this car followed me the whole way home. I turned on my street looking for a place to park, and I noticed a white male in a black jeep with tinted windows with his engine running and head lights on looking at me. I immediately knew who it was, because he had his driver side window down, and I recognize his jeep with the tinted windows, but I wanted to get a better look to make sure. I had to park way down the street and I took my sweet time getting out of my car, because the black jeep was still there with his headlights on and engine running. I finally got out of my car and walked up the side walk slow, and as I was walking up the sidewalk coming closer to the jeep, I saw his face looking at me as I was trying to pass the parking lot by my building, the black jeep sprung to life REALLY fast and almost hit me. I jumped out of the way as fast as I could, and still his right mirror barely just missed hitting me. He just stood there for almost a full minute looking at me through his tinted windows. I didn't go anywhere; I stood there watching him as he was watching me. He drove away slowly and I went in my apartment building. The most important thing to know is, there is a state of the art police security camera with a perfect view of the street where I park and have the perfect view from the time I got out of my car, until I enter my building. And since police know where I am 24-7, and on rare occasions I am out of my house at that time of night, hands down the police planned everything. As a matter of fact, you can't catch me outside when it's dark out no more then 10 times within a year because of the police and 10 times is being very generous. If it wasn't for the Holidays and my parents' birthdays, you probably wouldn't catch me outside at night at all. They're the one who followed me from my sister's house and told that guy my pin point locations, or else he wouldn't have had his headlights and engine running on the whole time ready for me. Bottom line, if I didn't have quick reactions, I would have been hit for sure. Most important, he had his driver side window all the way down, so the police camera had a 100% perfect view of him. They could have even counted the hairs in his ear, if they wanted to.

So who was driving that black tinted jeep? I don't know his name, but I wrote about him in my last letter. He is a plant manager of some sort in a machine shop that works in Wayne County that offered me a job one night. He said that he was a biker and went to Michigan University or State. I know his Jeep, because we left the same time at 2 a.m. from the Charlotte Tavern when John Reynolds deceptively set me up. That day John called me and begged me to come to his bar early, he told me to come back in the kitchen so he could cook me a steak and gave me drinks after drinks on the house. Shortly after, the biker from Wayne County that tried to run me over with his Jeep, offered me a job like 100 times, then wanted to fight me because I said I wasn't going to work for another machine shop. Could you imagine me getting into a fight with someone who was just offering me a job, and I said no and tried to fight him because I was drunk? That's what the police report would have said. I was in back of him the whole time when we left the bar that night, because I was headed in the same direction as we traveled down Lake Ave to go home. He made a left on Ridge Rd / 104 that night going East.

So the first time I met with Social Service, my case worker yelled in my ear over the phone and told me to buy a cat for the rats in this one apartment I looked at. Then he gave me the wrong information on purpose that could have put me on the streets, and if it wasn't for this one lawyer coming to my rescue, because he changed the dates leaving me two more days to search for an apartment before the Fire Marshal put me on the street. And the judge gave him an openly nasty mean look for it too. Then they told me that they were going to pay the security deposit and first month's rent, then at the very last second of the last 2 days I had left, they changed their mind and said they were only going to be giving me first month's rent and that was final. So I sold my 800 dollar tool box with like $3000 worth of tools that really hadn't been used for 300 at the last second, or I would have been on the street. About 3 years later, my case worker tells everyone that I can't read. They're suppose to be the referee and not take sides, but they are. Ask Social Service to explain the fact that I filled out one of their lengthy applications a month before I met my case worker in front of their cameras. Trust me when I tell you, I am followed everywhere, and especially in a place like that where they can watch all my movements on the camera with ease to see if I even sneeze. My ex-social worker definition of multitasking isn't doing one thing as fast as you can, and then doing another really quickly and so on. Multitasking to her is reading, writing, listening and answering emotional questions all at the EXACT same time. No pause in between. Hurry, hurry, your car isn't worth 500 dollars, hurry, you should just leave, hurry, keep your eyes on the paper, can't you do four mental things at once, hurry up. Their nothing but a bunch of fake friggin humanitarians that dance for the devil. I give up!!!

Interpretation, Social Service has been infiltrated by the police, college and or the Mayor. They put my case worker in charge of damage control and with her verbal diarrhea telling everyone that I can't read was like saying "fire at will" and gave Satan a real motive and the green light to do whatever. So anything goes I guess. It's like giving community approval to Evil. It has put my life in danger. There is a law for that, Reckless Endangerment and that's a felony in the State of New York. Defamation of Character as well. These are new charges. I live in total loss of honor and reputation and have been sentenced to eternal humiliation and acts of extreme violence and racist cruelty. They have run this slick lie into the ground, saying I can't read. It's such an obvious smear-job, so obvious and so nasty. You would think a decent person would throw this silly head game in the gutter, but I had to live with this irrational horror. They're not open to truth or reason. They cannot be reached by rational arguments. Reason has no power over institutionalized racism.

The Police Are Selling Drugs

I quote myself from a letter dated December 29, 2004 to Roland Paul of Rocon Manufacturing. "And speaking of drugs, there are employees who grow marijuana and sell it to people who work there during working hours. One of these employees told me he made over $143,000 last year. I asked him why did he work there he said, "Dude this job is just a front." Jesse Cross told me that the police approached him, not the other way around. The police told him that his house was the perfect location and that's why they chose him. I down played the $143,000 a little; he actually got out a calculator and said this is what I make every 3 months. I looked at the calculator and it said $143,000. I said $143,000 every 3 months, he said yes. He said the police take care of all his money, and even if someone were to tell, it would be next to impossible to follow because it's so well hidden. He said, these guys know what their doing, and have every single angle covered. I asked him where did the drugs go, and he said in the city. He said once the marijuana are in duffle bags and off his property, he clean up so well that no one would ever know that marijuana was grown there. He told me that the police told him that he never had to worry about Helicopters ever flying over, that it was taken care of. He also told me that the police asked him to work in some kind of lab where he could make real money. He told me that he said no, and that he was happy with what he was making. The police would ask him all the time to work in this lab, and he kept turning them down. I honestly don't know what drugs they had in that lab, it would be a guess.

Crucial questions that need to be answered. Why would they choose this location? If you were a cop, would you pick this spot? How long have they been getting away with this? Are these things going to be going in front of the police cameras on purpose? Since the Helicopters crew know about this, who else is involved, and how high up the latter does it go? How many more locations are there? Where are the Labs? Why would he turn down working at the Lab after being asked repeatedly? White men use to encourage slaves to run away, so that they could catch them, and bring them back to their masters for a reward. The samething is happening now, when the police manufacture drugs and drop it off in the city, so it could work its way in front of the police camera. If people can blame Obama for the oil spill, I think its fare game to blame the Mayor for having his police department grow, manufacture and sale drugs on a large scale.

Sean Dukes

This one guy around 60 something that was an ex policeman, knew I was good friends with Sean Dukes. He had all the respect in the world for Sean, then looked at me with glossy eyes and said the police killed him. That Bob could never let anything go. I don't know if Bob the killer knew Sean before this or not, but Sean ended up dead as a result. I had no idea that this had happened. I believe what they say on the news like everyone else, so I wouldn't be thinking on these lines. He told me the officer name was Bob. I told this one girl from Greece Olympia that knew Sean too, that if something was to happen to me, make sure you tell people what I told you about Bob killing Sean. Her name is, Stephanie Speakman and ask her when did I tell her this, and do she remember the cops name that I said to her?

Why I Have A Canadian Flag On My Car

Tommy, my neighbor that lived across the street, that does things for the police, that has killed lots of people when he was in the Army, threatened me with a 45 two weeks after I moved in, had moved out when I wrote my last letter. The police know what time I come out the apartment to move my car, and after I wrote my last letter, the police must have told him that I wrote about him, because he was outside looking at me with a crazy grin in front of the police camera when I went outside to move my car. Tommy also visits my one neighbor who I went to school with. Anyway, lots of people look at me as if I am a weak person now because I never leave my apartment. In one day, I was suppose to box one of my other neighbors because of the weak position the police put me in. In the wilderness, when animals see another animal wounded, they attack. There is no difference living in the ghetto or in Hollywood. He never came out of his house that day to box me, even though lots of people were there to see us box. My one neighbor that I went to school with knew everything that was going on with me and the police and knew my biggest fear at the time. Since I am being investigated, I wouldn't want to have the police catching me on tape boxing or anything like that. So he was trying to use my fear against me by acting really funny in front of the police camera, so I took my boxing gloves over to his house and asked him did he want to put on the gloves in front of someone he really respects. Ask the guy that lives down stairs from him. He backed down hard, then came over to my apartment a few days later at like 2am in the morning with his dog that would bite anyone if he gave the word and wanted to fight me in front of the police camera. Who comes to the door at 2am in the morning with their shoes on, by the way? He knew that I wouldn't do anything, so he tried to advance his position in front of the police camera, as in, am on your side, while smiling and laughing so the camera could see him. Look at the video. He knew that I didn't do anything to the other guy and knew that I wouldn't do anything in front of the camera. Put yourself in my shoes, if it's true that the police are on me like I write, would you want to fight on camera? Who have you ever heard of that wants to fight in front of the police on purpose smiling and laughing in front of the camera? By him smiling and laughing towards the camera, wouldn't you say that he was comfortable starting a fight in front of the police? By having all these cops on me, has made me weak, not strong. In everyone can see this. The police have been trying to build a case on me ever since my first letter. So I have become the king of just letting it go. Who in their right mind want to get in a fight in front of the police? He knows the camera is there, and watch my building like a hawk. He knows everything that's going on, and wanted in, so he could cash in on my life as well. He was behind in rent like 3 months, and had to come up with something. Shortly after, he got a job. I could just about bet my life that the police had something to do with him getting a job too. I have even caught him looking up at the police camera smiling up at it on occasions when I walk by. The police must of given him permission to drink and drive, because I have seen him back out of his drive way extra hard, then race down the street while his neighbor said "I am surprise he hasn't been pulled over yet, because he always drives drunk and speeds". I have seen this happen twice and the police camera is on the street 24-7.

For the record, he was a freshman when I went to school, and the only freshman that I knew were my friend's brothers and sisters. He told everyone on the street that we were friends in high school after he knew I lived here. He knows lots of my friends, but for a billion dollars, he couldn't give you one person name that could say we even had a conversation before in school. When I was writing down all my friends in one of my letters, he told me to put his name down. He could tell you that I was really popular in school, been in lots of fights and that's all. I can tell you all kinds of stories about the fights I have been in, but nothing is more convincing then me fighting. If given the opportunity to fight him, would I? Hell yeah, but not if it's going to ruin my chances of getting into Canada by getting arrested for fighting. If that's the case, someone could walk up to me and hit me over this letter, and I would turn the other cheek, because I don't want to spend another month in the U.S. The police settle all their scores in the county jail, that being said, that's the last place I want to be. Can you imagine me getting arrested and getting locked up there? Next thing you know I would have a shank in my neck, and the police justifying it, saying that I started something with one of the inmates. Rather I am in the right or wrong, they just want to get me in the jail cell so they could settle the score.

So why am I putting this section in my letter? In my last letter I wrote that I have been in like 150 fist fights, and the police have always been trying to get me to fist fight since my first letter so they could show that am out-of-control violent, so they can build a case around it. And when I don't fight by turning the other cheek, they could say I was lying about those 150 fights to prove me wrong on something. Now they can show you proof that I have backed down from a fight, because the guy is way bigger than me and since I have lied about that, I have lied about everything else too. Once again, I will fight that guy anytime, any day, if that's what they want, as long as I don't get arrested and mess up my chances to move to Canada. That night, I told him that I would be over to box him in the morning, and he begged me not to come over with the gloves. I didn't want the police looking for us to fight, so I acted friendly to him in front of the camera for like two weeks, and then never talked to him again. This happened like six months after the biker almost ran me over, and since then, the police were always trying to provoke violence with me after I met with Social Service. Can any man be courageous who has the fear of death in him? You can do all kinds of things if you put the fear of death in him. Ask yourself why I would endure such humiliating treatment. And to think the police didn't have anything to do with this in anyway is hysterical. I don't know if the police got him to start a fight with me in front of the camera, or told Tommy to tell him to pick a fight with me. But like I said, who wants to fight on camera on purpose, making sure you're smiling, so the camera would see you. Am sorry, but that's not rational to think the police weren't involved. Read this section again, and watch the video. So, altogether, the police got my landlord, my superintendent, my two neighbors that moved out, Tommy the killer and now my one neighbor I went to school with. That's six people that I know about, and that's just where I live. They were already all over me, but after that, they really increase their violence towards me with the following paragraphs.

Here is a word for word letter I left outside police Head Quarters on 5-23-2009.

Dear Evil,

The only reason I have pepper spray is because something happened when I was jogging. You KNOW what I am talking about!!! Here is the pepper spray back, since you're having a cow. P.S. I don't talk to liars and deceivers. It is beneath me. Stop the violence!!! On 5-22-2009, your Agent was standing too close to me at Family Dollar 352 Driving Park Ave at exactly 7:30 p.m. Look at the video. You could erase it, but it will only prove my point.

Interpretation, I went jogging and an undercover came out of nowhere looking at me with fire in his eyes like he wanted to tear me to pieces, then he turned away and looked over the railing like he was looking for something then walked away. As he got farther down, he stopped just looking at me very mean. This happened in an area that a car from the road couldn't see, something like a blind spot and the perfect location to ambush someone. I don't know who anyone is anymore, so I went and bought me some pepper spray to take with me when I jogged, and the police was trying to engage in violence when I went back jogging. The next time I went jogging, the police got out of their car and tried to run up to me across the street to initiate violence, so I kept jogging faster, then another cop with black shades on, timed where I was going to be jogging next, then slowly walked behind me, as in, here I go, come start with me. Knowing damn well that there probably was a riffle pointed at me head the whole time, somewhere across the street in the bushes. Everywhere I went; the police tried to engage in violence, so I dropped off the pepper spray with the letter dated 5-23-2009, at Police Head Quarters and stopped jogging.

I have the flag on there, because the biker tried to run me over on the sidewalk in front of the police, the police jumped out of the bushes on me when I went jogging, then sent the same guy that destroyed my hard drive back over to my apartment. That was the last straw when they sent him back over to my apartment. Lots of people would hurt someone that has destroyed their hard drive on purpose. How would you feel if someone came over to your house after they had destroyed your hard drive like 9 months before? It definitely was the police who sent him to my apartment, because I haven't seen him since, and he knows that there are police cameras outside and inside the building. They wanted me to attack him, so those animals could man handle me. I remember that day when he came to my apartment to destroy my computer. He rung my doorbell, so I had to go and let him in downstairs, and when I opened the door, he was talking to two police officers. I closed the door back and waited for like 5 minutes because he was still talking with them. He ended up telling me that one of the officers had just came home from Afghanistan. He also kept telling me how the police thought he was very smart. In other words, they were cheering him on. Like I said before in my last letter, I knew the guy was a snake, but I didn't think he would destroy my computer on purpose. Why? Because I don't think like that. The next day I went to find someone to fix my computer, and the police followed me and even parked down the street from the house I was at getting my computer looked at. The guy I took it to, said he had never seen anything like it before, and he had 10 years experience fixing computers. Like I said, they want violence, anyway they can get it. Not wanting to get sucked into their violent psyche, when the guy came to my door, guess what I said? I said "if you don't get away from my door, I'll call the police". People with a super ego would have responded differently. That was the last straw. Shortly after that, I put all these Canadian flags around my car. They've tried every trick in the book to lure me into violence and attacking them, so they could kill me justifiably. I don't want to spend another Thanksgiving or Christmas here, because of my experience with this evil government. I look at Canada as like a three piece suit, and the U.S. as nothing but a tank top and some dirty drawers, and I don't want to see another Santa Claus.

POLICE

On September 11th 2010, the police broke into my apartment. How do I know, because I always leave a small piece of paper in the door jam when I leave. When one opens the door, the small piece of paper blows out into the hallway, a 100 times out of 100 tries. All that being said, when I came home and looked in the door jam before I unlocked my door, I didn't see the little piece of paper. I unlocked and open my door slowly, and there was no little piece of paper. But when I looked in the middle of my apartment floor, I saw the exact piece of paper I left in the door jam when I left. I do this all the time, and especially on September 11th. My landlord is not around on Saturdays, and he knows he isn't supposed to be in my apartment without my permission. And, even if he was around on Saturday, it would have been in the morning. I left my house at 2:30 pm to go to the Public Market. So you see, it was the police, because they have a key to the building, and since my landlord would do anything for them, especially since I told on him breaking into my apartment, in my last letter, why wouldn't I believe the police have a key to my place. My neighbors across the street ask me why the police was always in my building, and that they had a key. He would know, because he is always on his porch.

The brakes on my car weren't that great, since I don't drive my car everyday, I was prolonging to get them fixed. The police knew this too. One day the light turned yellow, so I sped up fast so it wouldn't turn green, then an undercover came out of nowhere and slammed on their brakes in front of me. I slammed on my brakes as much as I could and came within inches of hitting their car. I didn't have to write this part in here because I know I was in the wrong for not getting my brakes fixed earlier. But can't you see their frame of mind, when it comes to me?

You remember when I said the police was waiting for me outside at night on my last day working at Jasco, and he slammed the door really hard? Well he got out of his car really fast, slammed the door really hard, and went straight into the house of Tommy who threatened me with his 45. By the way, when I was going to my car about 2 weeks after I moved in, when he approached me, standing side ways, because he had his gun on him right then and there and threatened me with it. Ask the guy how many people he has killed. When someone use to get in a little argument on the street, he would go into his house and get his 45 and pace back and forth aggressively. Neighbors on the street used to watch with excitement, just waiting for death to show itself. The neighbors use to get others neighbors and say, "Tommy is at it again, watch, watch". This guy Tommy, wasn't evolved in anything, he was looking for trouble. I don't think a guy like that belongs with a gun? Then I wrote about how this guy threatened me with a 45, and what do you know, when I went to get in my car, he was standing by my car, right in front of the police camera, looking at me really serious. You remember when I said it was an empty threat, well it wasn't, I down played it a little just in case. Good thing right? If you were to go to his house, you would catch him listening to the police radio. He knows everything that happens, even the police officers' names who've made certain arrests. He could count on them, and they could count on him.

On April 22nd 2010 at about 6:30 pm , I heard the police outside my window, when I looked out my window, I noticed two policemen standing over a white man unconscious laying on his back. One of them walked a few feet and started urinating on the side of the building, while the other officer spread the unconscious man's arms out like a cross, then bended over, while the guy was still unconscious, then farted in the guys face. When his partner came back from urinating, the officer that spread the unconscious man arms out like a cross, farted in the guys face, said to his partner, "look, it's Jesus". Then they both start laughing really hard. I could hear them now, that was a long time ago, let it go.

You can count the times when I am outside when its dark, and the police go out of their way to let me know that they're watching me. When I go outside at night, it's like a see a thousand tiny red beady eyes in the darkness looking at me. They would turn their steering wheel violently, rather than in back or in front of me. Police have passed me in their cruisers or unmarked cars and blinked their head lights at me tons of times. Whether they were in their cruiser, pick up, or whatever car they were driving at the time. They would pretend to have a car pulled over by the side of the road at times, and when I go by, they race behind me as fast as possible. I have passed the Rochester Operating Center tons of times, and tons of times cars were waiting for me to follow and put pressure on me. They follow me for a bit, and then turn off somewhere. People have came by to pick me up in their cars, and wherever I went, the police still followed me. One day I would see like 20 cop cars, all of them going out of their way to show me that they were watching me and they would flash their headlights and as I passed, I would see their back break lights in the mirror, then the next couple of days, or weeks that go by, I barely see any cop cars. Its no set time, its sporadic and aggressive. It's like sneaky Guerrilla Warfare, which is psychological violence. They would follow me so close with their bumper, it was as if my back bumper was kissing their front bumper. They use the police cameras that surround me to their advantage. It's like shooting fish in a fish tank. I could be driving, then all of a sudden, a police cruiser would speed up behind me with their lights flashing, and I would pull over, then he would speed pass me like he was going to a call. This could be in front of the cameras or not. When I come out of the restaurant or store, they would park their undercover car by mine, or drive away really fast, or let me know that their there. They enjoy playing with my life like a child plays with food. At the very least, it's like shooting at my boots to make me dance or something.

I would go to McDonalds, Subway, Burger King and the like, and there would be a girl going out of her way to look at me with bedroom eyes, then when I went out to my car, there would be someone in their car trying to engage conversation with me. Sometimes I would engage, then after a couple of minutes, the same woman that was looking at me with bedroom eyes, would be the girlfriend or wife of the person I was talking to. Interpretation, police followed me there and had their wife or girlfriend in the car with them at the time, and told them to get out and see if they could make me say something to them out of the way, so they could blow it out of proportion and turn it into violence. The only place I go, really, is to get something to eat, and that's because I have to, or I wouldn't even do that. So they have put two and two together, and figure since I don't have a girlfriend, they figure they will tempt me by having girls come around me with short skirts on, or super tight pants on bending over and smiling at me , anything to build a case on me, so their crimes against me will be minimized. I don't know how I can have any kind of life and decent relations with anyone, with Satan on my back like this.

I know its hard to believe some of the things I have said. Ask someone like a gang member if he has seen something like this before. Ask someone that really knows and work with people in the ghetto if they have seen the police put pressure on people like this before. A counselor that works with gang members would probably know. You have got to know someone that went through the pressure "and most likely they're in jail or dead as a result", or know someone that works with people in the ghetto, or thinks like them. And since most people don't think like them .I am screwed!!!! To begin to think like them, think of a Lion in the jungle who hasn't eaten in a month, then all of a sudden he sees a wild deer. Police are straight up hunters and the college threw me to them like I was a piece of meat.

I was driving through Walmart parking lot when a police cruiser cut me off so bad, I had to slam on my brakes or I would have driven right in to his car door on the driver side. I went to the police station to beg them to leave me alone, and one of the officers behind the counter said "just go and talk with them", as in, if you work this thing out with the college, everything will be fine. I went from the police station directly to the college afterward. As I was leaving the police station, he yelled out "don't say anything about what just happened". They even had Bouncers telling me, when I use to go to the dance clubs, just leave the college alone, they're not racist.

Have you ever seen a dog that won't rest until he find his bone or toy? Well that's the hunter psyche they have when it comes to me. The are golden-tongued professional liars with years of experience in the art of lying with interrogation skills to back up their lies. These guys will lie to your face quicker than a crack head will lie to a Priest. They could say almost anything convincingly, I can't. Remorse, empathy, and guilt are something that's not in Satan. They could tell any lie they want to by law and people would chew on their words like a piece of meat. They know all the double crosses, booby traps and angles to put pressure on one's life. Most people don't, you have to think like them to come to understanding. They have a fiendish insatiable passion of hate toward me, and always try to set me up because of it. The police only job in society is to serve and protect, not take sides with the college and pull out their guns on me, demonizing me, faking hard with their cars, trying to run me over, hunting down people that know me so they could set me up over the phone or in person. Well, it's not much you could say about their honesty, beside its good for a couple of laughs.

There have been places that I have gone, and out of the blue, a person with a "City of Rochester" t-shirt on would stop dead in their tracks and stare at me like they were losing their mind. They have talked to my neighbors about me in the apartment I live in, that I would hear my one neighbor run up to his door when someone came to visit me. Sometimes, I would see the shadow of his feet for a long pause stopping by my door when I had visitors. This guy use to beat up his wife all the time, but the police had bigger fish to fry. They have also told my neighbors about me where I use to live in Gates and in Ogden too. They took 3 of my letters down from Myspace website, and left the rest. They have tried to contact me on Facebook, and have tried to get some of my ex-friends on Facebook to set me up on the site and over the phone. So I never go there, unless someone leaves me a message. I use to hang out with these two girls, we were just sex friends, and one of the detectives slept with her. And since all the cops and every department know me, this just proves their mind set. I had all my fun with her, but that's not the point. I give them as much room as you would a dangerous animal that live in the jungle. Shop Rite is the cheapest store in Rochester, and I could throw a rock at it from where I live, and I have never gone there because police are there 24-7. There times when I have gone to move my car, or just went to the store, as I would park my car and walk to my apartment, lots of times, a car or truck would be parked on my street and would all of a sudden start their car and speed really fast past me. This is not just one incident, its incident after incident. This all happens in front of the police camera. They have devoted enormous amounts of energy into oppressing me, and punishing me over and over again with their vicious minds, and then blaming me, so they could justify their oppressing. They follow me everywhere and act like they're reading the newspaper, playing with some electronic device, standing around looking bored, or giving me those I could kill you eyes or trying to set me up with another person. And by the police putting all kinds of people on me, what they're really doing is giving people the opportunity to play police / double agent, and the green light to commit crimes, without punishment. How many people would turn that down? Then they say, "We don't know why he won't come out of his apartment". Even Nazis in Germany said they didn't know anything about the concentration camps at first.

Police Son / Relative, The Smoking Gun

If 100 people got charged with terrorism, and only two were Muslim, when the trial starts, who do you think would be the first two to go to trial? Back in 1991, around 15 people beat up two other persons at the area beach. They convicted me for punching and kicking one of the men at the beach, when I have proven with great certainty that I didn't. Anyway, it was in the paper, on the radio and in the news everyday. They use to even have long deep hateful discussions on the radio everyday. The public was screaming for justice, so they even made me go to trial first. Of the 15 people in the group, only two were black. One was the son of a police officer or relative of a police officer that turned himself in first and got complete immunity. Well, it wasn't me, or I wouldn't be writing about it. If you can't get the truth out of a 20 year old who never read a book, who didn't have "Game" and had a open heart that Stevie Wonder could see, you're in the wrong field. I talked with the Head Detective, and he knew I didn't do it with great certainty, and shook my hand as he said "I know you didn't do it, but I guarantee you'll hang for it, am sorry I have to do it to you". I told my lawyer about this when I went back to my second trial, so she called that same detective up and asked him did he say that. When she got off the phone with him, she said that she totally believed me. Everything already has been checked out, and trust me, the police believe me, but still won't admit it. I thought about this for awhile, and you know why he told me that he was sorry even though he was sending me to prison? Because the other black guy already admitted to him that he had did the crime, but he knew that his father was a police or relative and would be getting complete immunity. And no matter if a 1000 men did a crime, and two African American were involved to any degree, you can bet your last dollar that both or one of them will be going to trial. Can you imagine the outcry of the public if they knew African Americans were involved and didn't go to trial? There you have it, this explains the reason why he shook my hand and apologized to me. Then a few months later I told this one hot girl that was looking for the spot light that I had hit the guy. Without me saying why I told her that in this letter, and trust me, they know why because I have proven that too. So it didn't make a difference what came out of my mouth, because they still would have achieved sending me to prison. Like I said, if you can't get the truth out of a 20 year old who had never read a book, who didn't have "Game" and had a open heart, you're in the wrong field.

Ego

I sent my letters out, and this one guy read it and said that I had an ego. First of all, look at any good book that was ever written and read a book review of that book. There is always going to be someone that says something bad about the book. And that's just the facts of life. That being said, my letters are negative to the extreme, because these people are racist to the extreme, and get to practice their racism to the extreme on me with immunity. I am just writing about events and facts. Anyone that writes negative truths is bound to get a bad review from somewhere. I would just like to say, I don't know how anyone can take sides with Satan without reading my letters from start to finish to uncover all their lies, and not just the chapter headings, or the last chapter, but from start to finish. For the record, that guy who gave me a bad review didn't read my letters from start to finish. He only read parts of it. It doesn't take an analytical reader to see this. Don't believe me, read what he wrote again. The guy thought my letters were an internet scam because I asked for money the last time, because this city fights with putting you in poverty, and then demonize you to death with area Employers. He had a subjective frame of mind, and thought I was an internet scam artist when he wrote his review. It was my fault asking for money from the public. At the time I couldn't help it, because they put me in that position where I didn't even have food.

If I had an Ego, they put that in check and knocked it off my shoulder, as I divorced it when I went to prison. In fact they broke my spirit a long time ago when they put me back in prison for 6 months for a speeding ticket, just because of this correctional officer was mad at an inmate. At the time, I was taking 15 credit hours in college, when 12 credits is fulltime. I was also working 40 hard hours at week. I had to report in once a week, just to say I was alive, and to sometimes take a urine test. I was working from 6am to 2:30 p.m. M-F and had to be in class by 3:30 p.m. That only gave me an hour to go from work to school, and I had to report in that day. I did if before without a problem. I was there on time, but when I got there, the officer said that he wasn't going to see anyone because someone made him mad. He made everyone wait, even though people were telling him that they had to be to work, or they would be fired. He could care less and made everyone super late. When I got on the expressway I was speeding because of the officer made everyone late, and I had to take a test that day that I had studied for. I got a speeding ticket in front of the college exit sign. Two days later, I was back in prison for six months. I already was in prison for something I didn't do, now I had to go back when I had my own car, lived by myself, had a girlfriend, working fulltime, and went to college more then full time, and was supposed to be in my sister's wedding that Saturday. If I had a ego like they want me to have, that so- called ego died by the college exit sign that day, and explain why I let that teacher swat his hand in my face 100 times. I am only being real. If you let Satan explain it to you, Satan will say I wasn't supposed to be driving. I was on work release when the courts reversed my conviction, and so I was in society working and going to college for a whole year while I went back to trial, because that's what I wanted. Like I have always said, I didn't do it. So my lawyer punked me and said my best shot was a bench trial, not a jury trial. I told her that it wasn't no way in hell the judge was going to find me innocent by herself on a retrial, and that would mean I could sue the city. She got so mad at me and convinced me that the judge already likes me, and that the people from Fairport and Penfield were going to be on the jury, and that they hated black people. Go with the judge, she really likes you. I did, and got convicted in a few days. And when she sentenced me, she was only suppose to give me time served, but at the last second, the media was there and she sentenced me back to prison. I didn't even look at her as I left the courtroom in custody. I was supposed to go back upstate, and the judge made sure that I just went back on work release. The whole time I was in society I was driving and my record was clean, and when I got on work release they told me that I couldn't drive unless certain papers were signed. She said any day now, and the papers will be filled out. I couldn't wait, because I had to work full-time and go to school full-time and needed a car to do so. The papers weren't sign yet, and I had to work and college already started. Then I got a speeding ticket because of that cop, but if you ask Satan, he would say, you should have waited to go to college the next semester, so here is six months in prison.

How can I have a super ego, when I let a teacher swat his hand in my face like 100 times? Or being treated like %#&@$! at work, as a result of the teacher swatting his hand in my face. If I was a dog, and got treated this way, and I finally bit my abuser, people would say, you should have left the dog alone, and that's good for the abuser. Ego is all about winning. Look how many times I have lost. By me leaving this country, I am still losing, because I don't know when I would ever see my family again. No matter if I won a settlement of a billion dollars, I still lose. Because they have stopped me from having a family of my own, and denied my parents the opportunities of seeing me raise children and being grand parents. All that being said, they're not going to stop me from telling the truth about it. Let's say that someone ran over your child in the street, then took off and was at-large. Wouldn't you want this person caught? So I let it go a long time ago before these Demons run over all my children without blinking. And how would you feel if people told you, let it go, you have a ego, all the while a racist Klan put in overtime to make your life miserable. I let what that teacher did to me go a long time ago. I told them that in my letter, I just wanted to learn computers, everything about computers. I had COMPLETELY won my case, but took this cowardly route, because of all the police pressure. Satan brought his funky %#&@$! around and destroyed my chances of learning that too. My biggest problem I had with the college mainly was the valuable skills I didn't learn as a result. And because I let that teacher did that to me for so long, the college and the police are like, oh hell no, we can't let people know it was that racist, so we have to show personal responsibility negligence on my side. So people could say, even though that was a bad thing, I could see how that could happen to a guy like that. In other words, they have been trying to justify their racist behavior since the beginning, and can't stop if they wanted too. Like trying to trick me and treating me like %#&@$! at every single job. They would say something like what is 2 + 2, 3 right, then on to the next racist tricks. Then they tell other people that I won't let what went on in college go. The same people that are saying I have an ego, are the same people that have a Superman sticker on their police cruisers. I didn't know Superman was in love with cocaine.

Look at Tiger Woods wife. I am sure she would have stayed with him if it was just one woman, but it was way too many. One can make the argument that his ex-wife has a super ego too, because she wouldn't just let it go. They have been serving me from sun up to sun down, every place I breathe since my first letter, and then have the nerve to say that I just won't let bygones be bygones with my oversized ego, so they could continue to serve me and justify their continued racist oppression and secondary status. Step back and ask yourself, what traps and double-crosses have I tried to set? What traps and double-crosses have they tried to set? By one even setting such traps, show that they can't let something go. Read all my letters, and please tell me where is my lust for power at, because ego is about power too right? I have even said that I never want to be a supervisor, because I don't want to tell anyone what to do. If I had this ego, one would have seen my claws. When a man attempts to deal with me by force, I use to answer him with force. Now I am the king of just let it go, as I am skilled in defeat.

My Intelligence

Racism happens all the time, and is one of the hardest things to prove. You can go a whole life time and only have known a few cases where someone has proven racism. I have proven it with great certainty. That's has to count for something when it comes to my intelligence. Look at how I tried to go into a completely different field which was Computers. Look at how I proved with great certainty, that one can't pass both parts of the exam without hands on training. You can pass one part of the exam, but not the other part, because knowledge isn't complete without experience, hands on experience to pass the second part of the test. Again, they tried to put me in a position where they could say, "He just can't do it". Nice try, you almost had even me fooled, until I really thought about it. For someone that could come into a field and not know nothing about how it works, and to come up with what I came up with, and a very short time, doesn't show that I am a fool, but that of an intellect. And they knew what they were doing the whole time. Ask who benefited from this action?

When I was in prison, I had a calm mind, because I didn't have too many distractions. I think I came into prison with a 3rd grade reading level, but left with my GED and a reading score of 12.9. The highest the test allowed. So how did I get my GED and score 12.9 in front of a class with the prison guard watching? If you think those red neck prison guards leave prisoners alone to take that test, so they can look good in front of the Parole Board, you know nothing about hate and believe in the Easter Bunny. It's true that you have millions of students graduating from high school that can't read, but not one person whom I have met with a GED, especially earned from prison, can't read. I had overwhelming test anxiety when I took my GED, because that test meant everything to me, so I could have done a lot better. But I still passed. Anyway, how did I make the Dean's list in college too, if I can't read? Have Satan explain this. The only thing I never did when reading was reading out loud. I hate my voice as is, and for a long time, I could only exhale for 10 seconds, 15 seconds at the most. Would you want to read out loud if you breathed like that, and always gasping for air? I even got anxiety reading to myself, so I would silently read when I read anything. You would think education is something that can't be taken away, but they have even taken that away.

Land lord

My land lord knew about me even before I moved in. When I went to give him my security deposit to move in, he had this look in his eyes as I own you, I shouldn't let you move in here, and if you even breathe loud I'll kick you out. He would think of a reason to come to my apartment, and then with a fake smile, ask me all kinds of direct / indirect questions, the whole time I been living here. Do you love to fight? What do you think of this or what do you think of that, always trying to squeeze info out of me. It's on the same line as an interrogation. If the police offered you to play detective, 9 out of 10 people would accept in a heart beat. He is a straight up spy for the Police.

When I first got a lawyer, she asked me did I know why African Americans can never be racist. I never pondered the question before, and I wanted to listen to her, since I was paying by the hour I told her that I didn't know. They now think I don't know what racism is now, because my landlord asked me word for word everything that me and my lawyer talked about. I knew I was being recorded the whole time when I met with my lawyer because she was really talking to whoever was listening at the door or in the other room when she was talking to me. Anyway, how can a black person in Rochester not know what racism is? When they're faced with it directly or indirectly throughout their lives in Rochester every single day. It's true a lot of people can't give you a technical definition of what racism really is, like a philosopher can, but that doesn't mean they don't know what racism is. Most of the guys in the machine shops don't know how to explain what they're doing to the machines, and exactly how it works, but they know what's going on at all times. They just know that it works, because they have of lots of experience dealing with the machines. In my opinion, every African American knows with great certainty what racism is, because experience is the best teacher you know. So my landlord asked me every single thing we talked about.

About a month after I moved in, I had my music a little loud, not all the way up, just a little loud. My landlord knocked on my door like he was a gorilla and pointed his finger in my face and yelled so loud, the whole building heard it and told me to turn down my music. It was like he wanted to fight me. So I basically listen to music with my earphones the whole time I have lived here. The next time I saw him, he had a big grin on his face. At the time, just about every apartment played their music extremely loud. My next door neighbor had a top of the line system that was one of the loudest I have heard to date. He always had the volume at its max, and one day, my landlord just knocked on his door and asked him to turn it down very calmly. This happened lots of times with different neighbors too, because it seem like everyone had a mean system. And he was always calm and respectful dealing with them. Isn't that a form of discriminating when my landlord pointing his finger all in my face yelling really loud out of his mind at me, when he didn't do the same to the other tenants? Since they told him a teacher at college swatted his hands all in my face, and I didn't do anything about it, it seem like that has excited him because he wants to do the same. He is like the police partner in crime now, and could tell you all the details way better than I can. One question, what authority and right does my landlord have to interrogate me? In the end, the local police aren't going to do anything about my landlord, because how could you attack or retaliate on someone when the police gave the orders?

They made him come to my apartment when I was emailing my letters over the internet and he didn't outright tell me to stop emailing, but he said take it easy, that we're taking care of things now, be patient there is no reason to freak out, or something to that effect. Roy, let this thing go, drop it. Then I told him that I had killed rats. He saw for himself, that I had rat poison all around and over 10 mouse traps by my front door leading into my kitchen alone. He even stepped in mouse traps in my apartment before. He knew that I was terrified and climbing the walls, but thought it was funny. He told me he would take care of them but didn't, because he wanted to see me suffer first, because what I wrote in my last letter about him breaking into my apartment. I had killed another rat and my neighbor came over to my apartment and seen a rat run across my couch. That was the last straw so I called a city agency, and soon after that, I got served with papers to get out. This was an act of retaliation. I have been here for over 4 years without ever missing a rent payment. September 1st 2008 was the first time I missed a payment, and on September 17th 2008, I got served papers to get out. I have paid my landlord 5 days 2 weeks 1 and 2 months rents in advance consistently, and he still tried to kick me out. His lawyer came up to me outside the court room laughing and ask me do I have a place to stay. I told him I wasn't moving anywhere, he looked at me mean looking then went right up to the Bailiff and said something, and the Bailiff got in back of me and looked at me aggressively the whole time I was in court. Then when I went up to the bench, I asked the court lady that takes care of papers behind the bench, if she would pass these papers to the Judge and she screamed at the top of her lungs and said, I am not passing anything. At the top of her voice, because she knew about me before I got there obviously. I was explaining to the Judge about all the rats in my apartment, and my landlord lawyer was smiling from ear to ear and laughing, right in front of everyone in the court. I had two weeks of unemployment in my account that I couldn't get to because I didn't have a pin number at the time. And they still were going to kick me out on the street, then at the last second, I don't know what happened, but someone made my landlord not kick me out. He came and told me that I didn't have to move and that he would wait until I get caught up with unemployment. He looked at me and said nothing, like he wanted me to talk to him. Then I told him about the superintendent threatening me with a gun, and he pointed his finger in my face and said that was a long time ago, and to let it go. I think he had a tape recorder when he came in my apartment, because he said, "Roy, we're friends" and trust me when I tell you, we're not friends, he knows that. As he walked out the door, he jerked his body hard, looked at me really mean, and pointed his index finger at me. He tried to bait me, and wanted me to talk about him breaking in my apartment, but I didn't, and that made him really mad. Shortly after I needed a Plumber, so Joe the Plumber walked in my apartment with my landlord and looked at me with extreme hate and got into a little argument with my landlord when my landlord had to go and check on something in the building. He told him that he didn't want to be left in the apartment if I was going to be there. He said if you leave this apartment, I'm leaving too. I heard him throwing things all around in the bathroom as he was grunting to himself when my landlord was gone. I never have seen Joe the Plumber before that day ever in my life. And all of this is a result of the Dept. of Social Service lies.

You would think that area landlords would have a bidding war to get immigrants as their main source of tenants. The police probably told my landlord that he would get the contract if he helps them take care of me. I wonder if the people that are responsible for immigrants settling in Rochester know that this building is infested with rats and roaches. The City is supposed to be welcoming immigrants to a better life in America, but instead are welcoming them to rats and roaches. If a black man was to own this building, and this City found out that there were rats and roaches here, there wouldn't be anymore immigrants coming here. If one was to come and check behind every single refrigerator in this building, they would find rat poop behind all of them. There were and are so many rats here, that in early August 2010, I killed about 13 rats within 2 weeks, or more like 10 days and brought them out to the police camera to show them how many I was killing. On August 20th I believe, I killed a rat. This is after I have killed like 13 within two weeks. On September 4th 2010, a rat ran over my foot when I got up to go to the bathroom about 1am. My neighbor told me on September 5th that she killed 3 rats on the 4th. Ask the people that put the immigrants here to ask the people that live here have they seen and killed rats here before. One neighbor has killed like 8, another 5, another like 7 and so on. On September 7th, I killed another one. Me and my one neighbor are the only Americans living in this building and my landlord raised my rent $20. I asked my one neighbor did he raise hers, and she said no. How is that not retaliation all day.

When I first told my landlord that I saw a rat, he said that he would exterminate. Then I told him again and he said the samething. I told him again and he told me that it was cold outside, and that they were just looking for a warm place. Translation, if you were cold, wouldn't you want to be in a warm place too. Then they said that the basement was built wrong or something, and that they had added dirt, because it was on an incline or something. They have made every excuse in the book. This one guy told me that works for the owner of this building over a year ago, that they have tried everything to get rid of the rats in this building, but nothing seem to work. What that means to me is, that they can't do anything about the volume of rats coming into the building, and that their trying, but as soon as they give up a little, the building will be over ran with them. I think a very important question to ask my landlord, is how many rats have they killed in the basement. To think he will tell you the truth though, is hilarious.

Soon after I had killed the 13 rats, I went to move my car, because there is alternating parking on my street, which means that I have to move my car everyday, besides Sundays. As I was walking to my car, I noticed someone had broken one of the lower windows leading to the basement, by the garbage cans. This site was clear as day, and anyone walking down the street would have noticed this if they looked over in that direction. This was only like this for a day, because I would have noticed this right away. So since I killed 13 rats and brought them to the police camera, to let them know that I was killing a high volume of rats and that I was angry, because of the poverty they had put me in. They put two and two together really fast, and knew that I was going to mention this in my letter as well, so guess what my landlord came up with? And I am saying openly, I am not sure if their guilty of this crime, but I don't believe in coincidence, and especially when dealing with liars. The next day I heard my landlord outside talking to a small group of people, I guess conveying the building. He probably told them that one of the low-life from the neighborhood had broken the window to the basement, and that's how so many rats had ended up in the building. That nothing like this had happened before, but you can see how something like this could happen. They lie so much, I have to predict their lies now.

One night my neighbors were making really loud noises when I was in my bathroom, and no lie, I heard what sounded like 50 rats in the wall trying to get away from the noise that my neighbors were making down stairs. I know what I heard. I even armed myself with whatever objects I could get that was in my bathroom, because I thought they were in my apartment. To this day, I never heard that sound again from my neighbors or the rats.

I have even found rat droppings in my pots and pans under the counter. Not to mention, roaches crawling on my silverware in the kitchen draw. I had to put rubber weather-strip under my kitchen door to stop them from entering into my apartment so easy. That's wasn't good enough, so I had to stuff steel wool brillo pads under my front door because they were coming from the hallway. I have had my refrigerator unplugged for over four months now, because there were roaches all over my food in my refrigerator. And I didn't leave my refrigerator door open either, just so that I could write this, because my neighbor had roaches in her refrigerator too. Roaches love my bathroom too, so I keep my tooth brush in a zip lock bag now. One time I killed like 10 roaches, then put them in the kitchen corner so that I could take a picture of them when I got hold of a camera, and when I went back into the kitchen because I had just killed another, they were all gone and replaced by rat droppings.

My one neighbor use to call them all the time about the rats and roaches. At first they use to come over and spray her apartment, and say that they were all gone, she would see them all the time, and would call after a couple of days had gone by, and they would just ignore all her calls. So she stopped calling because she didn't want to make ways. She couldn't take it anymore and on October 1st 2010, my Landlord came over to her apartment to see for himself her complaint about rat droppings everywhere. I don't have pictures of this because she doesn't want to get involved. She showed me what my landlord saw, and there were rat droppings all over her kitchen table. There was like 50 to 100 rat droppings on her table. That's just the beginning, because there were, it seemed like hundreds of rat droppings in her oversized big box of rice. I asked her was the rice wild rice, and she said it was just plain white rice. Then she took me to her kitchen cupboard to show me all the dead roaches. She told me that she went and made a personal complaint to the office, and they told her that her bed wasn't made or something, and that she need to keep her apartment clean. She told me that the landlord always go in her apartment when she isn't there, and that's how he knew her apartment wasn't clean. I asked her did the landlord have her permission and did she know he was coming. She said no and that she can't stop him, and that she was from a different country and didn't want to make things bad for her. She told me on October 29, 2010 she seen another rat.

Someone scratched most of my name off my mailbox with some sort of key. Only way to get to my mailbox, is you would need a key to the front building door. First someone just used a key to cross my name out. Can we all agree that whoever crossed out my name on my mail box, is very comfortable doing it in front of the camera, and not worried about getting caught? Then after I killed 13 rats and showed them to the police camera, someone tried to rip my name off the mailbox completely. If I would have done that to someone's mailbox, they would have charged me with destruction of government property. And if I wanted to, I could take a plea deal with only two years in prison, or risk spending 10 years in prison.

I have gained tons of weight, because I only eat out, or bring take out back to my apartment, where the roaches and sometime rats, try to get to my food. Or I'll go to the public market and buy mainly fruit and eat it right away and keep the rest outside in my car. I shouldn't even eat take out here, because the roaches come out of their hiding spot to try to take my food. I have to be on constant look out for them. Why would anyone want to cook here? Would you? I haven't move out of this apartment, because where ever I move its just going to be a new evil, and a different new kind of terror. Most important, there are cameras everywhere around my neighbor hood, so if the police want to do something to me, they have to do it in front of the cameras, and explain why they erased it.

MCC

Proof that MCC sent the police after me. The day after I gave 4 teachers at MCC my first letter, a sheriff came to my Economic class and told the teacher he wanted to see me. He had hot coffee in his hand the whole time, and trust me on this, that wasn't by coincidence. I guess if I would've said anything out the way, he would have thrown that coffee in my face and said it was an accident as he tried to subdue me. During our interview I told him that I was embarrassed growing up in this one town because I thought they were the most racist police department in Rochester, and one day when I first went back to that town, the police was across the street at a light, then screeched their tires and sped up behind my car as fast as possible. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that same sheriff in a black pick up truck on his radio as the police cruiser turned off somewhere. Then it was just the black pick up truck behind me. Anyway, this guy use to follow me all over Rochester in his black pick up truck, use to wait outside my apartment, and was the same sheriff who almost shot me outside MCC doors before I went to talk to Mr. Ryther, and was the same sheriff a few weeks after that almost ran me over with his black pick up truck at the entrance of Walmart in Gates, then chased me around Walmart with a gun. Now MCC is saying we didn't put any cops on you; it's in your head.

The sheriff station is next door to the college and the police use to wait and follow me from college just about all the way to my apartment. Sometime with their back window down, so don't tell me the college didn't put all the police in Monroe County on me. I have even said to one of the teachers at college "Can you tell them to leave me alone" and he was like who? Like he had no idea and when I was leaving college that day, their weren't any security or cops to be seen. I remember the first time that I had emailed my letters and the next time I went on campus, I was parking my car and the college alarm system went off. Cops were everywhere giving me mean looks left and right. When it was time to get back to class I took my sweet time walking slowly, I even went far away to the vending machine and the next building. When I arrived at class, my whole class was standing out side with my teacher. Then the class door opened up, and about 10 security guards came out the class room all looking at me, and the leader said, "how you doing". The whole time my teacher was extremely nervousness and sweating bullets. There would have to be someone that remembers this, the teacher will.

I lost track of what day it was one time, I went to my teacher's office to get help in math. I got on the elevator to go to her office, and when the elevator got to her floor, the doors never opened, it just went straight back down and when the doors open, an undercover cop with black shades on looked at me intimidatingly for what seemed like 30 seconds, then the doors closed. I reselected my teacher's floor and this time the doors opened and I got off and went to her office, it was closed and I knew right then and there I had the wrong day and why the cop was there. Interpretation, they knew that I went to her office visits to get help and that I had the wrong day, so they controlled the elevator from somewhere to see why I was there, and if I had a problem, they would have blown a hole in my throat right then and there. Ask yourself, how could I possibly know that they could control the elevator like that?

Since my first letter, there were so many security guards and police putting pressure on me just about everywhere in society I went, that it seems like cops were coming out of the ground. From the start of my first letter, until I graduated. If I went to the bathroom and stayed in there for over 2 minutes they were in there looking at me with their cold blue reptilian eyes. If I went to the cafeteria to have lunch or just talked with my friends at a table, they would get a table close by and try to listen in on me. I could almost see their ears turning red trying to listen in on me. If my class had a window and was on the first floor, they would casually walk by the window in look in. I could be walking in the hall and someone would say hi to me and I would get a mean nasty reaction from security guards, staff or police. One time, I was walking in the hall, and one teacher said hi to me or I said hi to him first, because this teacher likes me, and one of my ex-teachers looked at him with hate in his eyes. I would leave class and go to my car, and a police cruiser would be by my car in the parking lot, wherever I parked. All of this happened on the main campus. I have gotten the meanest looks from staff, security and police period. They have stabbed me with their eyes repeatedly. Interpretation, the police didn't know who I was before the college put them all over me to do their dirty work. Before they put them on me, I could have gone anywhere I wanted to. After the college introduced me to them, I can't buy a candy bar without them breathing down my throat.

Ask Mr. Brandon especially under an MRI test, does he know how to crack the Millwright software. Was he the one that initially gave it to Brian so that Brian could crack it and teach him to crack it? Mr. Brandon was in charge of that software because that is his department. If I am wrong, I will do 20 years in prison, if not, I rest my case. Mr. Brandon told me that the Master Task Lathe CD-ROM was easy to crack. Brian use to teach the teachers everything he knew. I bet if one were to walk into the Applied Tech, and fire their secretary, then told her that she could get her job back if she told the truth about that MillWright software, the truth would come out. Every single teacher knows about that software, and especially the chair person that's in charge of running the Applied Tech. The thing is, they don't want you to know. I told one teacher on the main campus that I had that software and she said "%#&@$! you" under her breath. If you were to put 1% of pressure on them as they have me, you could find out in a day about that Millwright software, because all the teachers, personnel and secretary know about it. If these guys are bad enough to break in my apartment, three times that I know about for sure, at two different addresses, why wouldn't they break in my apartment while I am not at home? They have the key, and know where I am at all times. Wouldn't you think that I would know how valuable that software was to the case? Why would I just mis-place it? Oh I just lost it!!! I had one copy in my apartment and another in my parent's basement which got flooded. What really happened to the one I had was they came in my apartment and stole it. I can't prove it but look at all the other things they have done, like stealing my mail for example. If I had that software, for one M.C.C. would have gotten sued big time by the company, and it would prove lots of things. Ask yourself, why I would be still talking about this software if it never happened. If these guys could fill the graveyard and prisons with some he said, she said %#&@$!, damn it I want at least one of them teachers to take a M.R.I. lie detector test about that Milwright software, because that's where the hate really started.

Ask yourself what does Darwin know that we don't? As in, what was going through his mind when he kept swatting his hands in my face, most people would never do such a thing, but for the people that will, the thing that would be going on in their mind the most is, "I could get fired and lose my house if I get caught. Not Darwin, because he did it like a 100 times with complete confidence. So what did Darwin know? He knew the inner-workings of that college and how they really felt about black people. That being said, Richard Ryther told me when I met with him that the college fired Darwin. This was a lie because Darwin not only works there, but has been promoted after all the racist events.

Ask all the teachers at the applied tech didn't I used to copy lots of their thick programming and machine operating manuals page by page. Then I use to take them to the library and read them. They all know. When they first got all of these Hass CNC controllers, they came with a very thick manual how to, they told me that I could come into the CNC lab to learn the controllers on a week that the college was on vacation. It was just me and the manual teaching myself the controller. Within one week, I read the manual twice and did every exercise in the manual. I even wrote everything down, all the sequences that I did to achieve the results from the manual. This was how I had learned CNC programming and this was before I had ever had the idea to go on the internet and hunt down CNC instructional videos. It really doesn't matter what it is, if one was to give me a manual, and that manual shows you exactly what to do, how can anyone not learn, unless the'yre not interested in the subject. Then they had this Func controller in there, it didn't have too many options on it to tell you the truth, and I was able to learn the controller from start to finish and two days flat. Minus the macro programming part. Give me an MRI. This is too important. The controllers are by far the hardest part academically, and the machining is all base on having someone giving you a solid foundation and lots and lots of practice which equals experience. Getting to practice these skills with raw material would have been a symbol of my pride and the greatest achievement that would have said, I can always support myself in my family, and have total independence.

Bob Duffy is not the Christian you think he is. The city of Rochester is out of control. Their killers, manufacture drugs, and very violent. I have to unscramble their forest of lies, and that takes time. Keep this in mind when you're reading. I have never been caught in a lie. The MRI Lie Detector Test Is My Boss And Will Never Fire Me. I have been in my apartment for like 5 years because of retaliation, and Bob Duffy is the main guy behind it now. Can I please have some help? Can someone check out Jesse Cross class of 2004, Spencerport High School? This guy grew marijuana for the police and made $143,000 every 3 months. My name is Roy D. Snell, and you can read all my letters on www.blackplanet.com. Search for diddy9470 and look at the pictures I took for proof. Mayor of Rochester Bob Duffy is the head of this Institution. In fact, he is the Institution. He must have known about all the retaliation towards me. Did he permit it? If something like this is done for as long as this has been going on, it's done in his name. Let's follow the facts. On February 2nd, 2006, the Mayor wrote me a letter in response to the letter I sent him regarding his police department, and he told me where I could go to take a civil service test and to contact Rochester Works. I just finished writing him a long letter about all the Evil retaliation the college and police departments were doing to me. Two days after I received his letter, I emailed my letters around the country, exposing all the Evil. Everything in my letter checked out, so they came up with lies saying that I was an unlikable person, even though the police caused me to give up looking for a lawyer to sue the college, I was an unlikable person, so it doesn't matter that they sent 30 police cruisers after me, pulling out guns on me, and pretending like they were going to run me over, in order to keep me in my place. They did this to deflect blame, and justify their racist oppression. Not too long after I had emailed my letters, I met with the Internal Affair where I was introduced to Chris Brown, a.k.a. John Dettman look alike, which was the main guy that told everyone that people hated my guts and that I was an unlikable person. I can't stop them from lying, so I ask Chris Brown, a.k.a. John Dettman look-a-like, was the Mayor Bob Duffy going to give me a job with the city, and he had a fit because he didn't want me to mention his name in the interview because I was being recorded. He could have killed me. Listen to the tape? That being said, they're going to hit the roof on what I am about to write. M.C.C. first put the police departments on me, now the Mayor has taken over protecting their racist practices by pulling strings and working quietly like a master card player behind the scene. John Reynolds [a high school friend] called me up all excited on a Saturday, the day before Fathers day 2008 practically begging me to come down the street to Maplewood Park because he was a Vendor at the Park for the weekend. He told me that he would give me free food and whatever I wanted to drink, just come down as soon as possible to keep him company. I think he called me back after 5 minutes just to make sure I was on my way. When I got there I was bombarded with questions from people I didn't know, and John told me that it was totally cool. One guy that was doing most the questioning was an older guy around 60 something that was head of security somewhere. The other guy was the head security for the Public Market. Then all of a sudden, someone told me to look over there, and I notice the Mayor of Rochester talking to other Vendors. I watched him as he made his way around, shaking hands with people in and outside around every single Vendor booth at the Park while talking to them. I also notice that their weren't any uniform officers around anywhere. He was just walking around with another African American by his side the whole time. When he arrived at John Reynolds booth, where I was, he stood back away from the booth asking John how was business. Remember, when he was talking to the rest of the Vendors, he was up close and personal talking with them while he shook their hands. Then he was looking at John, but was really talking to me when he said; "I grew up around these parts and I have made mistakes in my life when I was growing up, and I could have easily went down the wrong road, but I turned myself around, and was lucky enough that I didn't get into too much trouble. I understand how it's so easy getting in trouble and so hard getting out of trouble." That's what he said, just about word for word. Who was he talking too? It certainly wasn't John, because he doesn't have a record. At the time, John had told them that I was very popular in school, they had seen me in the year books getting names at the library, and knew they didn't have a chance and that I was going to prove them wrong on their biggest lie, at the time, over the internet. The police had completely demolished my reputation at the time, and I hadn't seen a pay check in like four months. So I gave the Mayor a look that said, I am going all the way through with this, by writing letters and letting everyone know what you guys did to me. Not a mean dirty look, but a look that said, I am still telling. John Reynolds and the Mayor started talking in code next. John said that he had called his office before, because he had problems with some kids hanging out by his place. The Mayor told him to call his office anytime. Why would he say that? Wouldn't you think he would say call the police? But to call him personally, that doesn't sit right with me. He almost grunted the words, "call my office to John". He kept interrupting John when John was telling him about the so called problem by saying, call my office, call my office, call my office in a hurried almost grunted tone. If the average person went up to the Mayor with some kind of problem, he wouldn't say call my office like that, he would say call the police. And even if he said, call my office, he wouldn't keep saying it, like its top priority or something. Call my office was code word for "this guy isn't going to play ball, can I count on you because I really want to get this guy, can you please help me, for I will return the favor. Whatever that favor was, I don't know, but you best believe there was something in it for John. He never shook John hand like he did the other Vendors. Like I said, he stood far away the whole time. Then he walked away mad, because he had on black shades the whole time and when he left, he looked at me as his eyebrows met. After he left, John looked at me with the guiltiest of eyes and had an overly excited look on his face like he just won the lottery. If they honestly thought I was the person the were making me out to be, the Mayor wouldn't have been there like that. A person could meet me once, and know I would never do them harm. And they know this better then anyone, but are really mad with me because I have proven institutionalized racism within the machine shops. I am not the problem; I am only a messenger with bad news about these racist realities. When I told the people in the Vendor booth how the Mayor shook everyone hands when he was talking with the rest of the other Vendors, then when he got to the booth where I was at, he stood far away talking to John Reynolds, but was really talking to me. Everyone had a scared look in their eyes, and ran up to me trying to convince me other wise. They were trying to use their best "Game", because they knew I knew what was going on. Shortly after the Mayor left, I was asked to go up and get a wooden crate in front of the park that they forgot on the grass, and then all of a sudden police cruisers came out of nowhere looking at me mean as hell. If I would have talked it out with the Mayor, do you think they would have met me there looking mean? I went to the bathroom after that, and an officer was outside the bathroom, in fact, I almost hit him with the bathroom door. Then when I left the park to go home, I saw police cruisers all along the way looking at me very mean. The police was already in all my business, but after the Mayor gave me a mean look, they really had me surrounded. It was like he said, destroy him by any means necessary. And the police will do anything to please the Prince of Rochester. At all cost, never mind how. At all cost, the Mayor will protect his police department in return, no matter what crimes have been committed. Like the Taliban protecting Bin Laden. The Mayor has greatly contributed to my demise. He got people to do his bidding and dirty work for him, while his hands remain clean. And when everything works out in his favor, he could take the credit because it shows that he is on top of things and a competent Mayor. And when things don't work out in his favor, he could just pluck one of the many scapegoats. That way his hands always stay clean. It's certainly easier silencing me by sacrificing my future, then admitting to all the Evil and massive discrimination. To think the Mayor could be impartial after he was the captain of the police department is hilarious. Aren't those the same people that got him elected? That's conflict of interest. The next day, which was Fathers Day, John called me and begged me to help him work because he was short staffed. I also knew this was a set up by the way he pleaded with me over the phone. John was looking at one of the many eyes on me when I was working, then he asked me to wipe the chair his son had just sat in, and I looked up just in time, and John was smiling ear to ear at one of the many eyes that surrounded me. Just imagine how I got treated at work. Why did I subject myself to all this? Because I have Faith built into my DNA, and even though I knew that John was involved, I just knew in my heart that John was on my side even though he told me to leave the college alone, I thought he would tell them the truth about how I really was and that everything would work out without me getting hurt. Then John had the nerve to say to me "what do you call one white guy and 100 black men in a room together? I said what, and John said a correctional officer and laughed so hard, snot came out his nose. Me and John were the closest of friends, and we both have never talked like that to one another before, he didn't think like that. Before all this happened, you could have counted the arguments we had on one hand. Now he is telling me racist cop jokes. Racism is so strong, I didn't even know it was that powerful. How do they get so many people to turn on me so fast that I had strong friendships with? Bottom line, I can't offer anyone anything in my position, and they can offer them everything, or take away everything. Not to mention the cops telling all the lies they want. By law, cops could tell you all the lies they want and am sure they used that law to their advantage when it comes to demonizing me to people. Real racism is quiet, and by the Mayor giving me that mean look, then racist things happening to me afterwards, is an example of true racism. How can all these people threaten my life with weapons and walk around smiling at me as if they have gotten away with murder? The only thing that makes sense is that the Mayor made sure that nothing happened to them by giving them complete immunity or something. If that's not racism, there is no such thing as racism. He probably thinks that since he doesn't wear a white sheet over his head and burn crosses, that what he did was racist. He has no desire to protect my basic rights and is the main person behind these vicious acts of racism and I want justice. I don't know how Andrew Cuomo is suppose to clean up Albany, when his running mate is a politically evil, polished, professional, lying, corrupt demagogue. Look what he did when he double dipped. That's unethical and drives up the deficit. He knew what he was doing the whole time. A real Christian wouldn't do that, but a fake Christian that deceives and is out for number one will. From the book, To Kill A Mockingbird and I quote, "As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash. That being said, ask the Mayor under an MRI lie detector test, did he know I was going to be there that day at the Park, and how did he know, whom idea was it? It shows that he directly conspired to set me up. For a billion dollars the Mayor could not pass that test. If he was to ever take that test, it probably explode. And given the choice to choose between a liar and a thief, I would pick the thief, because you can always watch a thief. That being said, he knew I was being set up and it makes all the sense that the police put pressure on me just after he left and countless savage racist acts happening to me as a result. Can you imagine a black Mayor doing this to someone white, and getting away with it? Rather you like me or not isn't that important because I know I go against a lot of people's value system by telling the truth. What's relevant is that the Mayor has gotten away with crimes, and is the role model for what people think the law stands for and should be held accountable for his actions. Perpetrators of wrong should not benefit from their wrong-doing. This is why thieves are not allowed to keep the things they steal. Evil needs to be punished, and not rewarded for crushing people with a job in Albany, so Evil can have ridiculous range practicing their Evil thrill of crushing people.
Social Service I went from making 35,000 to 6,000, and I didn't receive a pay check in 8 months at the time. So I was forced to contact The Dept. of Social Service again, because the position this city put me in. Anyway, the last letter I wrote checks out, so they ran out of options, this time they threw a Hail Mary whopper of a lie. If you knew that someone had their car hit on purpose by the police, been abused by the police, went to prison unjustly because of the police, that your life is in jeopardy, and in poverty out of retaliation, why would you want to be mean and slick-talking and hurry this person out of your office knowing that you have the power to help this person and stop the evil? When I first arrived in my social worker's office, she had ulterior motives / hidden agenda and intended to deceive from the start and was trying to cloud my wits. Some scientists and experts say that multitasking kills your focus and decreases your productivity. That being said, this is something that they would know. The first thing she said was, we have to multitask, do you know what multitasking is, then she tried to explain what multitasking was to me like I was a child. Then she said, I don't have a lot of time, and by the way, why don't you just move. If you move, everything will be better off. I don't think they will follow you across State Lines. While she was talking to me, she was like, fill this out, read this, fill this out, read this, I don't have a lot of time, hurry up, I have people waiting on me, trying to distract me on purpose. Then I ask her did she want me to sign one of the papers here because it didn't have an "X", and I wanted to make sure I was signing in the right location, because she gave me orders really fast with lots of papers to sign. Then she snapped at me and said, "this is my second time telling you, place an "X" here, then sign". All of this was done on purpose. While she was talking to me, I stopped filling out the papers to answer her questions and respond to what she was saying, and she snapped at me and said don't look at me, look at the papers, fill the papers out, can't you multitask, hurry up, I have people waiting on me. Then she knew I didn't have a cent, and tried her hardest not to give me anything by arguing and fighting with me to sell my car. She said that my car was worth more that 500 dollars. How did she know what my car looks like? My car is a beat up 1992 Cutlass Supreme. You should have seen the anger in her eyes when I tried to justify my car being worth 500. All the while, saying hurry up, fill this out, read this, read that, fill this out and why don't you just leave. After all I have been through, you mean to tell me that they want to attack my intelligence and slick talk me, rather then getting Satan off my back, so I knew what she was doing and was done playing her little mind games. So I basically didn't answer the last question of the form and stopped filling out the papers, and ask her what do I put for an answer here, she told me , and I said can I leave? She said yes, so I left. I simply wasn't sophisticated enough for their tricks and lies. I knew she had me write the wrong answer but I didn't care. After I left, she told everyone that I could not read. It's like programming a computer with false information then spamming people to death. She was attacking me the moment I entered her office, with her mean eyes and the way she was talking to me by saying over and over again, just leave. If anything, they should have sorted out the truth, not take sides. So, altogether they gave me like $200 for emergency food stamps, $385 for my rent and $35 in food stamps a month for a year. Obama increased the food stamps for people, so they sent me a form saying my food stamps would be increase if I signed and returned the form back in time, I mailed it back that day, and I have always received $35 of food stamps for one year. If one does the calculations for what I got from unemployment then, you would see that they gave me below what they gave others. If this isn't retaliation, I don't know what is. Then I had to sign a piece of paper saying that I will pay the Dept. of Social Service back in full. Under the circumstances, I feel that if I had blond hair and blue eyes, an a African American government did what they did to me, I wouldn't be force to sign jack. What are they really communicating? Some city agency wrote me a letter, saying that if I didn't attend an appointment, that my food stamps would be cancelled. I called my case worker and told her, and she yelled in my ear, what are you calling me for, I told her and she said to disregard the letter. I ask her what Social Service was going to do about my Land Lord breaking into my apartment, and she screamed very loud in my ear again and told me not to call her again, then hung up the phone in my ear. Then a year later, when they found out that I really could read, and trust me, they knew this the whole time, but wanted to silence me at the time. They sent me this food stamp form to fill out, with the maximum food stamps a single person could get. I never signed the form, or the other form they sent me a year after that. Question, how often has Social Service done the dirty work for the Mayor, police and other city agencies? How many lies have they gotten away with, and especially with people whom couldn't defend themselves? What's the difference between the Police and Social Service? I think these are very important questions. They put a bounty on my head and hired a hitman Where there is an attempt on one's life, there is an employer. Who do you think the employer is in this case??? About a month after meeting with my case worker and the lie that made her the toast of Rochester, on my blood and sweat, someone hit my car again. The police hit my car before and left white and blue paint as proof on my car. If one were to take a paint test to my car, the test would come back positive showing they did in deed hit my car, because NO car that I have seen has blue and white paint. Even if it is a car with white and blue paint, since there are lots of different color blues and whites, what is the probability that out of all the different whites and blues colors, that same white and blue that they use for their cars, match the white and blue marks on my car? This was in the heat of the moment, I rest my case. This time, someone hit my car with an object of some sort on the passenger side by my rear tire. This was in front of the police camera. Altogether someone hit my car like 4 times. Then within two months after meeting with my case worker, I was coming from my sister house at exactly 12:30 a.m. I was followed by a car from the time I left my sister's house. There wasn't one police cruiser in sight from my sister house to my apartment, but this car followed me the whole way home. I turned on my street looking for a place to park, and I noticed a white male in a black jeep with tinted windows with his engine running and head lights on looking at me. I immediately knew who it was, because he had his driver side window down, and I recognize his jeep with the tinted windows, but I wanted to get a better look to make sure. I had to park way down the street and I took my sweet time getting out of my car, because the black jeep was still there with his headlights on and engine running. I finally got out of my car and walked up the side walk slow, and as I was walking up the sidewalk coming closer to the jeep, I saw his face looking at me as I was trying to pass the parking lot by my building, the black jeep sprung to life REALLY fast and almost hit me. I jumped out of the way as fast as I could, and still his right mirror barely just missed hitting me. He just stood there for almost a full minute looking at me through his tinted windows. I didn't go anywhere; I stood there watching him as he was watching me. He drove away slowly and I went in my apartment building. The most important thing to know is, there is a state of the art police security camera with a perfect view of the street where I park and have the perfect view from the time I got out of my car, until I enter my building. And since police know where I am 24-7, and on rare occasions I am out of my house at that time of night, hands down the police planned everything. As a matter of fact, you can't catch me outside when it's dark out no more then 10 times within a year because of the police and 10 times is being very generous. If it wasn't for the Holidays and my parents' birthdays, you probably wouldn't catch me outside at night at all. They're the one who followed me from my sister's house and told that guy my pin point locations, or else he wouldn't have had his headlights and engine running on the whole time ready for me. Bottom line, if I didn't have quick reactions, I would have been hit for sure. Most important, he had his driver side window all the way down, so the police camera had a 100% perfect view of him. They could have even counted the hairs in his ear, if they wanted to. So who was driving that black tinted jeep? I don't know his name, but I wrote about him in my last letter. He is a plant manager of some sort in a machine shop that works in Wayne County that offered me a job one night. He said that he was a biker and went to Michigan University or State. I know his Jeep, because we left the same time at 2 a.m. from the Charlotte Tavern when John Reynolds deceptively set me up. That day John called me and begged me to come to his bar early, he told me to come back in the kitchen so he could cook me a steak and gave me drinks after drinks on the house. Shortly after, the biker from Wayne County that tried to run me over with his Jeep, offered me a job like 100 times, then wanted to fight me because I said I wasn't going to work for another machine shop. Could you imagine me getting into a fight with someone who was just offering me a job, and I said no and tried to fight him because I was drunk? That's what the police report would have said. I was in back of him the whole time when we left the bar that night, because I was headed in the same direction as we traveled down Lake Ave to go home. He made a left on Ridge Rd / 104 that night going East. So the first time I met with Social Service, my case worker yelled in my ear over the phone and told me to buy a cat for the rats in this one apartment I looked at. Then he gave me the wrong information on purpose that could have put me on the streets, and if it wasn't for this one lawyer coming to my rescue, because he changed the dates leaving me two more days to search for an apartment before the Fire Marshal put me on the street. And the judge gave him an openly nasty mean look for it too. Then they told me that they were going to pay the security deposit and first month's rent, then at the very last second of the last 2 days I had left, they changed their mind and said they were only going to be giving me first month's rent and that was final. So I sold my 800 dollar tool box with like $3000 worth of tools that really hadn't been used for 300 at the last second, or I would have been on the street. About 3 years later, my case worker tells everyone that I can't read. They're suppose to be the referee and not take sides, but they are. Ask Social Service to explain the fact that I filled out one of their lengthy applications a month before I met my case worker in front of their cameras. Trust me when I tell you, I am followed everywhere, and especially in a place like that where they can watch all my movements on the camera with ease to see if I even sneeze. My ex-social worker definition of multitasking isn't doing one thing as fast as you can, and then doing another really quickly and so on. Multitasking to her is reading, writing, listening and answering emotional questions all at the EXACT same time. No pause in between. Hurry, hurry, your car isn't worth 500 dollars, hurry, you should just leave, hurry, keep your eyes on the paper, can't you do four mental things at once, hurry up. Their nothing but a bunch of fake friggin humanitarians that dance for the devil. I give up!!! Interpretation, Social Service has been infiltrated by the police, college and or the Mayor. They put my case worker in charge of damage control and with her verbal diarrhea telling everyone that I can't read was like saying "fire at will" and gave Satan a real motive and the green light to do whatever. So anything goes I guess. It's like giving community approval to Evil. It has put my life in danger. There is a law for that, Reckless Endangerment and that's a felony in the State of New York. Defamation of Character as well. These are new charges. I live in total loss of honor and reputation and have been sentenced to eternal humiliation and acts of extreme violence and racist cruelty. They have run this slick lie into the ground, saying I can't read. It's such an obvious smear-job, so obvious and so nasty. You would think a decent person would throw this silly head game in the gutter, but I had to live with this irrational horror. They're not open to truth or reason. They cannot be reached by rational arguments. Reason has no power over institutionalized racism. The Police Are Selling Drugs I quote myself from a letter dated December 29, 2004 to Roland Paul of Rocon Manufacturing. "And speaking of drugs, there are employees who grow marijuana and sell it to people who work there during working hours. One of these employees told me he made over $143,000 last year. I asked him why did he work there he said, "Dude this job is just a front." Jesse Cross told me that the police approached him, not the other way around. The police told him that his house was the perfect location and that's why they chose him. I down played the $143,000 a little; he actually got out a calculator and said this is what I make every 3 months. I looked at the calculator and it said $143,000. I said $143,000 every 3 months, he said yes. He said the police take care of all his money, and even if someone were to tell, it would be next to impossible to follow because it's so well hidden. He said, these guys know what their doing, and have every single angle covered. I asked him where did the drugs go, and he said in the city. He said once the marijuana are in duffle bags and off his property, he clean up so well that no one would ever know that marijuana was grown there. He told me that the police told him that he never had to worry about Helicopters ever flying over, that it was taken care of. He also told me that the police asked him to work in some kind of lab where he could make real money. He told me that he said no, and that he was happy with what he was making. The police would ask him all the time to work in this lab, and he kept turning them down. I honestly don't know what drugs they had in that lab, it would be a guess. Crucial questions that need to be answered. Why would they choose this location? If you were a cop, would you pick this spot? How long have they been getting away with this? Are these things going to be going in front of the police cameras on purpose? Since the Helicopters crew know about this, who else is involved, and how high up the latter does it go? How many more locations are there? Where are the Labs? Why would he turn down working at the Lab after being asked repeatedly? White men use to encourage slaves to run away, so that they could catch them, and bring them back to their masters for a reward. The samething is happening now, when the police manufacture drugs and drop it off in the city, so it could work its way in front of the police camera. If people can blame Obama for the oil spill, I think its fare game to blame the Mayor for having his police department grow, manufacture and sale drugs on a large scale. Sean Dukes This one guy around 60 something that was an ex policeman, knew I was good friends with Sean Dukes. He had all the respect in the world for Sean, then looked at me with glossy eyes and said the police killed him. That Bob could never let anything go. I don't know if Bob the killer knew Sean before this or not, but Sean ended up dead as a result. I had no idea that this had happened. I believe what they say on the news like everyone else, so I wouldn't be thinking on these lines. He told me the officer name was Bob. I told this one girl from Greece Olympia that knew Sean too, that if something was to happen to me, make sure you tell people what I told you about Bob killing Sean. Her name is, Stephanie Speakman and ask her when did I tell her this, and do she remember the cops name that I said to her? Why I Have A Canadian Flag On My Car Tommy, my neighbor that lived across the street, that does things for the police, that has killed lots of people when he was in the Army, threatened me with a 45 two weeks after I moved in, had moved out when I wrote my last letter. The police know what time I come out the apartment to move my car, and after I wrote my last letter, the police must have told him that I wrote about him, because he was outside looking at me with a crazy grin in front of the police camera when I went outside to move my car. Tommy also visits my one neighbor who I went to school with. Anyway, lots of people look at me as if I am a weak person now because I never leave my apartment. In one day, I was suppose to box one of my other neighbors because of the weak position the police put me in. In the wilderness, when animals see another animal wounded, they attack. There is no difference living in the ghetto or in Hollywood. He never came out of his house that day to box me, even though lots of people were there to see us box. My one neighbor that I went to school with knew everything that was going on with me and the police and knew my biggest fear at the time. Since I am being investigated, I wouldn't want to have the police catching me on tape boxing or anything like that. So he was trying to use my fear against me by acting really funny in front of the police camera, so I took my boxing gloves over to his house and asked him did he want to put on the gloves in front of someone he really respects. Ask the guy that lives down stairs from him. He backed down hard, then came over to my apartment a few days later at like 2am in the morning with his dog that would bite anyone if he gave the word and wanted to fight me in front of the police camera. Who comes to the door at 2am in the morning with their shoes on, by the way? He knew that I wouldn't do anything, so he tried to advance his position in front of the police camera, as in, am on your side, while smiling and laughing so the camera could see him. Look at the video. He knew that I didn't do anything to the other guy and knew that I wouldn't do anything in front of the camera. Put yourself in my shoes, if it's true that the police are on me like I write, would you want to fight on camera? Who have you ever heard of that wants to fight in front of the police on purpose smiling and laughing in front of the camera? By him smiling and laughing towards the camera, wouldn't you say that he was comfortable starting a fight in front of the police? By having all these cops on me, has made me weak, not strong. In everyone can see this. The police have been trying to build a case on me ever since my first letter. So I have become the king of just letting it go. Who in their right mind want to get in a fight in front of the police? He knows the camera is there, and watch my building like a hawk. He knows everything that's going on, and wanted in, so he could cash in on my life as well. He was behind in rent like 3 months, and had to come up with something. Shortly after, he got a job. I could just about bet my life that the police had something to do with him getting a job too. I have even caught him looking up at the police camera smiling up at it on occasions when I walk by. The police must of given him permission to drink and drive, because I have seen him back out of his drive way extra hard, then race down the street while his neighbor said "I am surprise he hasn't been pulled over yet, because he always drives drunk and speeds". I have seen this happen twice and the police camera is on the street 24-7. For the record, he was a freshman when I went to school, and the only freshman that I knew were my friend's brothers and sisters. He told everyone on the street that we were friends in high school after he knew I lived here. He knows lots of my friends, but for a billion dollars, he couldn't give you one person name that could say we even had a conversation before in school. When I was writing down all my friends in one of my letters, he told me to put his name down. He could tell you that I was really popular in school, been in lots of fights and that's all. I can tell you all kinds of stories about the fights I have been in, but nothing is more convincing then me fighting. If given the opportunity to fight him, would I? Hell yeah, but not if it's going to ruin my chances of getting into Canada by getting arrested for fighting. If that's the case, someone could walk up to me and hit me over this letter, and I would turn the other cheek, because I don't want to spend another month in the U.S. The police settle all their scores in the county jail, that being said, that's the last place I want to be. Can you imagine me getting arrested and getting locked up there? Next thing you know I would have a shank in my neck, and the police justifying it, saying that I started something with one of the inmates. Rather I am in the right or wrong, they just want to get me in the jail cell so they could settle the score. So why am I putting this section in my letter? In my last letter I wrote that I have been in like 150 fist fights, and the police have always been trying to get me to fist fight since my first letter so they could show that am out-of-control violent, so they can build a case around it. And when I don't fight by turning the other cheek, they could say I was lying about those 150 fights to prove me wrong on something. Now they can show you proof that I have backed down from a fight, because the guy is way bigger than me and since I have lied about that, I have lied about everything else too. Once again, I will fight that guy anytime, any day, if that's what they want, as long as I don't get arrested and mess up my chances to move to Canada. That night, I told him that I would be over to box him in the morning, and he begged me not to come over with the gloves. I didn't want the police looking for us to fight, so I acted friendly to him in front of the camera for like two weeks, and then never talked to him again. This happened like six months after the biker almost ran me over, and since then, the police were always trying to provoke violence with me after I met with Social Service. Can any man be courageous who has the fear of death in him? You can do all kinds of things if you put the fear of death in him. Ask yourself why I would endure such humiliating treatment. And to think the police didn't have anything to do with this in anyway is hysterical. I don't know if the police got him to start a fight with me in front of the camera, or told Tommy to tell him to pick a fight with me. But like I said, who wants to fight on camera on purpose, making sure you're smiling, so the camera would see you. Am sorry, but that's not rational to think the police weren't involved. Read this section again, and watch the video. So, altogether, the police got my landlord, my superintendent, my two neighbors that moved out, Tommy the killer and now my one neighbor I went to school with. That's six people that I know about, and that's just where I live. They were already all over me, but after that, they really increase their violence towards me with the following paragraphs. Here is a word for word letter I left outside police Head Quarters on 5-23-2009. Dear Evil, The only reason I have pepper spray is because something happened when I was jogging. You KNOW what I am talking about!!! Here is the pepper spray back, since you're having a cow. P.S. I don't talk to liars and deceivers. It is beneath me. Stop the violence!!! On 5-22-2009, your Agent was standing too close to me at Family Dollar 352 Driving Park Ave at exactly 7:30 p.m. Look at the video. You could erase it, but it will only prove my point. Interpretation, I went jogging and an undercover came out of nowhere looking at me with fire in his eyes like he wanted to tear me to pieces, then he turned away and looked over the railing like he was looking for something then walked away. As he got farther down, he stopped just looking at me very mean. This happened in an area that a car from the road couldn't see, something like a blind spot and the perfect location to ambush someone. I don't know who anyone is anymore, so I went and bought me some pepper spray to take with me when I jogged, and the police was trying to engage in violence when I went back jogging. The next time I went jogging, the police got out of their car and tried to run up to me across the street to initiate violence, so I kept jogging faster, then another cop with black shades on, timed where I was going to be jogging next, then slowly walked behind me, as in, here I go, come start with me. Knowing damn well that there probably was a riffle pointed at me head the whole time, somewhere across the street in the bushes. Everywhere I went; the police tried to engage in violence, so I dropped off the pepper spray with the letter dated 5-23-2009, at Police Head Quarters and stopped jogging. I have the flag on there, because the biker tried to run me over on the sidewalk in front of the police, the police jumped out of the bushes on me when I went jogging, then sent the same guy that destroyed my hard drive back over to my apartment. That was the last straw when they sent him back over to my apartment. Lots of people would hurt someone that has destroyed their hard drive on purpose. How would you feel if someone came over to your house after they had destroyed your hard drive like 9 months before? It definitely was the police who sent him to my apartment, because I haven't seen him since, and he knows that there are police cameras outside and inside the building. They wanted me to attack him, so those animals could man handle me. I remember that day when he came to my apartment to destroy my computer. He rung my doorbell, so I had to go and let him in downstairs, and when I opened the door, he was talking to two police officers. I closed the door back and waited for like 5 minutes because he was still talking with them. He ended up telling me that one of the officers had just came home from Afghanistan. He also kept telling me how the police thought he was very smart. In other words, they were cheering him on. Like I said before in my last letter, I knew the guy was a snake, but I didn't think he would destroy my computer on purpose. Why? Because I don't think like that. The next day I went to find someone to fix my computer, and the police followed me and even parked down the street from the house I was at getting my computer looked at. The guy I took it to, said he had never seen anything like it before, and he had 10 years experience fixing computers. Like I said, they want violence, anyway they can get it. Not wanting to get sucked into their violent psyche, when the guy came to my door, guess what I said? I said "if you don't get away from my door, I'll call the police". People with a super ego would have responded differently. That was the last straw. Shortly after that, I put all these Canadian flags around my car. They've tried every trick in the book to lure me into violence and attacking them, so they could kill me justifiably. I don't want to spend another Thanksgiving or Christmas here, because of my experience with this evil government. I look at Canada as like a three piece suit, and the U.S. as nothing but a tank top and some dirty drawers, and I don't want to see another Santa Claus. POLICE On September 11th 2010, the police broke into my apartment. How do I know, because I always leave a small piece of paper in the door jam when I leave. When one opens the door, the small piece of paper blows out into the hallway, a 100 times out of 100 tries. All that being said, when I came home and looked in the door jam before I unlocked my door, I didn't see the little piece of paper. I unlocked and open my door slowly, and there was no little piece of paper. But when I looked in the middle of my apartment floor, I saw the exact piece of paper I left in the door jam when I left. I do this all the time, and especially on September 11th. My landlord is not around on Saturdays, and he knows he isn't supposed to be in my apartment without my permission. And, even if he was around on Saturday, it would have been in the morning. I left my house at 2:30 pm to go to the Public Market. So you see, it was the police, because they have a key to the building, and since my landlord would do anything for them, especially since I told on him breaking into my apartment, in my last letter, why wouldn't I believe the police have a key to my place. My neighbors across the street ask me why the police was always in my building, and that they had a key. He would know, because he is always on his porch. The brakes on my car weren't that great, since I don't drive my car everyday, I was prolonging to get them fixed. The police knew this too. One day the light turned yellow, so I sped up fast so it wouldn't turn green, then an undercover came out of nowhere and slammed on their brakes in front of me. I slammed on my brakes as much as I could and came within inches of hitting their car. I didn't have to write this part in here because I know I was in the wrong for not getting my brakes fixed earlier. But can't you see their frame of mind, when it comes to me? You remember when I said the police was waiting for me outside at night on my last day working at Jasco, and he slammed the door really hard? Well he got out of his car really fast, slammed the door really hard, and went straight into the house of Tommy who threatened me with his 45. By the way, when I was going to my car about 2 weeks after I moved in, when he approached me, standing side ways, because he had his gun on him right then and there and threatened me with it. Ask the guy how many people he has killed. When someone use to get in a little argument on the street, he would go into his house and get his 45 and pace back and forth aggressively. Neighbors on the street used to watch with excitement, just waiting for death to show itself. The neighbors use to get others neighbors and say, "Tommy is at it again, watch, watch". This guy Tommy, wasn't evolved in anything, he was looking for trouble. I don't think a guy like that belongs with a gun? Then I wrote about how this guy threatened me with a 45, and what do you know, when I went to get in my car, he was standing by my car, right in front of the police camera, looking at me really serious. You remember when I said it was an empty threat, well it wasn't, I down played it a little just in case. Good thing right? If you were to go to his house, you would catch him listening to the police radio. He knows everything that happens, even the police officers' names who've made certain arrests. He could count on them, and they could count on him. On April 22nd 2010 at about 6:30 pm , I heard the police outside my window, when I looked out my window, I noticed two policemen standing over a white man unconscious laying on his back. One of them walked a few feet and started urinating on the side of the building, while the other officer spread the unconscious man's arms out like a cross, then bended over, while the guy was still unconscious, then farted in the guys face. When his partner came back from urinating, the officer that spread the unconscious man arms out like a cross, farted in the guys face, said to his partner, "look, it's Jesus". Then they both start laughing really hard. I could hear them now, that was a long time ago, let it go. You can count the times when I am outside when its dark, and the police go out of their way to let me know that they're watching me. When I go outside at night, it's like a see a thousand tiny red beady eyes in the darkness looking at me. They would turn their steering wheel violently, rather than in back or in front of me. Police have passed me in their cruisers or unmarked cars and blinked their head lights at me tons of times. Whether they were in their cruiser, pick up, or whatever car they were driving at the time. They would pretend to have a car pulled over by the side of the road at times, and when I go by, they race behind me as fast as possible. I have passed the Rochester Operating Center tons of times, and tons of times cars were waiting for me to follow and put pressure on me. They follow me for a bit, and then turn off somewhere. People have came by to pick me up in their cars, and wherever I went, the police still followed me. One day I would see like 20 cop cars, all of them going out of their way to show me that they were watching me and they would flash their headlights and as I passed, I would see their back break lights in the mirror, then the next couple of days, or weeks that go by, I barely see any cop cars. Its no set time, its sporadic and aggressive. It's like sneaky Guerrilla Warfare, which is psychological violence. They would follow me so close with their bumper, it was as if my back bumper was kissing their front bumper. They use the police cameras that surround me to their advantage. It's like shooting fish in a fish tank. I could be driving, then all of a sudden, a police cruiser would speed up behind me with their lights flashing, and I would pull over, then he would speed pass me like he was going to a call. This could be in front of the cameras or not. When I come out of the restaurant or store, they would park their undercover car by mine, or drive away really fast, or let me know that their there. They enjoy playing with my life like a child plays with food. At the very least, it's like shooting at my boots to make me dance or something. I would go to McDonalds, Subway, Burger King and the like, and there would be a girl going out of her way to look at me with bedroom eyes, then when I went out to my car, there would be someone in their car trying to engage conversation with me. Sometimes I would engage, then after a couple of minutes, the same woman that was looking at me with bedroom eyes, would be the girlfriend or wife of the person I was talking to. Interpretation, police followed me there and had their wife or girlfriend in the car with them at the time, and told them to get out and see if they could make me say something to them out of the way, so they could blow it out of proportion and turn it into violence. The only place I go, really, is to get something to eat, and that's because I have to, or I wouldn't even do that. So they have put two and two together, and figure since I don't have a girlfriend, they figure they will tempt me by having girls come around me with short skirts on, or super tight pants on bending over and smiling at me , anything to build a case on me, so their crimes against me will be minimized. I don't know how I can have any kind of life and decent relations with anyone, with Satan on my back like this. I know its hard to believe some of the things I have said. Ask someone like a gang member if he has seen something like this before. Ask someone that really knows and work with people in the ghetto if they have seen the police put pressure on people like this before. A counselor that works with gang members would probably know. You have got to know someone that went through the pressure "and most likely they're in jail or dead as a result", or know someone that works with people in the ghetto, or thinks like them. And since most people don't think like them .I am screwed!!!! To begin to think like them, think of a Lion in the jungle who hasn't eaten in a month, then all of a sudden he sees a wild deer. Police are straight up hunters and the college threw me to them like I was a piece of meat. I was driving through Walmart parking lot when a police cruiser cut me off so bad, I had to slam on my brakes or I would have driven right in to his car door on the driver side. I went to the police station to beg them to leave me alone, and one of the officers behind the counter said "just go and talk with them", as in, if you work this thing out with the college, everything will be fine. I went from the police station directly to the college afterward. As I was leaving the police station, he yelled out "don't say anything about what just happened". They even had Bouncers telling me, when I use to go to the dance clubs, just leave the college alone, they're not racist. Have you ever seen a dog that won't rest until he find his bone or toy? Well that's the hunter psyche they have when it comes to me. The are golden-tongued professional liars with years of experience in the art of lying with interrogation skills to back up their lies. These guys will lie to your face quicker than a crack head will lie to a Priest. They could say almost anything convincingly, I can't. Remorse, empathy, and guilt are something that's not in Satan. They could tell any lie they want to by law and people would chew on their words like a piece of meat. They know all the double crosses, booby traps and angles to put pressure on one's life. Most people don't, you have to think like them to come to understanding. They have a fiendish insatiable passion of hate toward me, and always try to set me up because of it. The police only job in society is to serve and protect, not take sides with the college and pull out their guns on me, demonizing me, faking hard with their cars, trying to run me over, hunting down people that know me so they could set me up over the phone or in person. Well, it's not much you could say about their honesty, beside its good for a couple of laughs. There have been places that I have gone, and out of the blue, a person with a "City of Rochester" t-shirt on would stop dead in their tracks and stare at me like they were losing their mind. They have talked to my neighbors about me in the apartment I live in, that I would hear my one neighbor run up to his door when someone came to visit me. Sometimes, I would see the shadow of his feet for a long pause stopping by my door when I had visitors. This guy use to beat up his wife all the time, but the police had bigger fish to fry. They have also told my neighbors about me where I use to live in Gates and in Ogden too. They took 3 of my letters down from Myspace website, and left the rest. They have tried to contact me on Facebook, and have tried to get some of my ex-friends on Facebook to set me up on the site and over the phone. So I never go there, unless someone leaves me a message. I use to hang out with these two girls, we were just sex friends, and one of the detectives slept with her. And since all the cops and every department know me, this just proves their mind set. I had all my fun with her, but that's not the point. I give them as much room as you would a dangerous animal that live in the jungle. Shop Rite is the cheapest store in Rochester, and I could throw a rock at it from where I live, and I have never gone there because police are there 24-7. There times when I have gone to move my car, or just went to the store, as I would park my car and walk to my apartment, lots of times, a car or truck would be parked on my street and would all of a sudden start their car and speed really fast past me. This is not just one incident, its incident after incident. This all happens in front of the police camera. They have devoted enormous amounts of energy into oppressing me, and punishing me over and over again with their vicious minds, and then blaming me, so they could justify their oppressing. They follow me everywhere and act like they're reading the newspaper, playing with some electronic device, standing around looking bored, or giving me those I could kill you eyes or trying to set me up with another person. And by the police putting all kinds of people on me, what they're really doing is giving people the opportunity to play police / double agent, and the green light to commit crimes, without punishment. How many people would turn that down? Then they say, "We don't know why he won't come out of his apartment". Even Nazis in Germany said they didn't know anything about the concentration camps at first. Police Son / Relative, The Smoking Gun If 100 people got charged with terrorism, and only two were Muslim, when the trial starts, who do you think would be the first two to go to trial? Back in 1991, around 15 people beat up two other persons at the area beach. They convicted me for punching and kicking one of the men at the beach, when I have proven with great certainty that I didn't. Anyway, it was in the paper, on the radio and in the news everyday. They use to even have long deep hateful discussions on the radio everyday. The public was screaming for justice, so they even made me go to trial first. Of the 15 people in the group, only two were black. One was the son of a police officer or relative of a police officer that turned himself in first and got complete immunity. Well, it wasn't me, or I wouldn't be writing about it. If you can't get the truth out of a 20 year old who never read a book, who didn't have "Game" and had a open heart that Stevie Wonder could see, you're in the wrong field. I talked with the Head Detective, and he knew I didn't do it with great certainty, and shook my hand as he said "I know you didn't do it, but I guarantee you'll hang for it, am sorry I have to do it to you". I told my lawyer about this when I went back to my second trial, so she called that same detective up and asked him did he say that. When she got off the phone with him, she said that she totally believed me. Everything already has been checked out, and trust me, the police believe me, but still won't admit it. I thought about this for awhile, and you know why he told me that he was sorry even though he was sending me to prison? Because the other black guy already admitted to him that he had did the crime, but he knew that his father was a police or relative and would be getting complete immunity. And no matter if a 1000 men did a crime, and two African American were involved to any degree, you can bet your last dollar that both or one of them will be going to trial. Can you imagine the outcry of the public if they knew African Americans were involved and didn't go to trial? There you have it, this explains the reason why he shook my hand and apologized to me. Then a few months later I told this one hot girl that was looking for the spot light that I had hit the guy. Without me saying why I told her that in this letter, and trust me, they know why because I have proven that too. So it didn't make a difference what came out of my mouth, because they still would have achieved sending me to prison. Like I said, if you can't get the truth out of a 20 year old who had never read a book, who didn't have "Game" and had a open heart, you're in the wrong field. Ego I sent my letters out, and this one guy read it and said that I had an ego. First of all, look at any good book that was ever written and read a book review of that book. There is always going to be someone that says something bad about the book. And that's just the facts of life. That being said, my letters are negative to the extreme, because these people are racist to the extreme, and get to practice their racism to the extreme on me with immunity. I am just writing about events and facts. Anyone that writes negative truths is bound to get a bad review from somewhere. I would just like to say, I don't know how anyone can take sides with Satan without reading my letters from start to finish to uncover all their lies, and not just the chapter headings, or the last chapter, but from start to finish. For the record, that guy who gave me a bad review didn't read my letters from start to finish. He only read parts of it. It doesn't take an analytical reader to see this. Don't believe me, read what he wrote again. The guy thought my letters were an internet scam because I asked for money the last time, because this city fights with putting you in poverty, and then demonize you to death with area Employers. He had a subjective frame of mind, and thought I was an internet scam artist when he wrote his review. It was my fault asking for money from the public. At the time I couldn't help it, because they put me in that position where I didn't even have food. If I had an Ego, they put that in check and knocked it off my shoulder, as I divorced it when I went to prison. In fact they broke my spirit a long time ago when they put me back in prison for 6 months for a speeding ticket, just because of this correctional officer was mad at an inmate. At the time, I was taking 15 credit hours in college, when 12 credits is fulltime. I was also working 40 hard hours at week. I had to report in once a week, just to say I was alive, and to sometimes take a urine test. I was working from 6am to 2:30 p.m. M-F and had to be in class by 3:30 p.m. That only gave me an hour to go from work to school, and I had to report in that day. I did if before without a problem. I was there on time, but when I got there, the officer said that he wasn't going to see anyone because someone made him mad. He made everyone wait, even though people were telling him that they had to be to work, or they would be fired. He could care less and made everyone super late. When I got on the expressway I was speeding because of the officer made everyone late, and I had to take a test that day that I had studied for. I got a speeding ticket in front of the college exit sign. Two days later, I was back in prison for six months. I already was in prison for something I didn't do, now I had to go back when I had my own car, lived by myself, had a girlfriend, working fulltime, and went to college more then full time, and was supposed to be in my sister's wedding that Saturday. If I had a ego like they want me to have, that so- called ego died by the college exit sign that day, and explain why I let that teacher swat his hand in my face 100 times. I am only being real. If you let Satan explain it to you, Satan will say I wasn't supposed to be driving. I was on work release when the courts reversed my conviction, and so I was in society working and going to college for a whole year while I went back to trial, because that's what I wanted. Like I have always said, I didn't do it. So my lawyer punked me and said my best shot was a bench trial, not a jury trial. I told her that it wasn't no way in hell the judge was going to find me innocent by herself on a retrial, and that would mean I could sue the city. She got so mad at me and convinced me that the judge already likes me, and that the people from Fairport and Penfield were going to be on the jury, and that they hated black people. Go with the judge, she really likes you. I did, and got convicted in a few days. And when she sentenced me, she was only suppose to give me time served, but at the last second, the media was there and she sentenced me back to prison. I didn't even look at her as I left the courtroom in custody. I was supposed to go back upstate, and the judge made sure that I just went back on work release. The whole time I was in society I was driving and my record was clean, and when I got on work release they told me that I couldn't drive unless certain papers were signed. She said any day now, and the papers will be filled out. I couldn't wait, because I had to work full-time and go to school full-time and needed a car to do so. The papers weren't sign yet, and I had to work and college already started. Then I got a speeding ticket because of that cop, but if you ask Satan, he would say, you should have waited to go to college the next semester, so here is six months in prison. How can I have a super ego, when I let a teacher swat his hand in my face like 100 times? Or being treated like %#&@$! at work, as a result of the teacher swatting his hand in my face. If I was a dog, and got treated this way, and I finally bit my abuser, people would say, you should have left the dog alone, and that's good for the abuser. Ego is all about winning. Look how many times I have lost. By me leaving this country, I am still losing, because I don't know when I would ever see my family again. No matter if I won a settlement of a billion dollars, I still lose. Because they have stopped me from having a family of my own, and denied my parents the opportunities of seeing me raise children and being grand parents. All that being said, they're not going to stop me from telling the truth about it. Let's say that someone ran over your child in the street, then took off and was at-large. Wouldn't you want this person caught? So I let it go a long time ago before these Demons run over all my children without blinking. And how would you feel if people told you, let it go, you have a ego, all the while a racist Klan put in overtime to make your life miserable. I let what that teacher did to me go a long time ago. I told them that in my letter, I just wanted to learn computers, everything about computers. I had COMPLETELY won my case, but took this cowardly route, because of all the police pressure. Satan brought his funky %#&@$! around and destroyed my chances of learning that too. My biggest problem I had with the college mainly was the valuable skills I didn't learn as a result. And because I let that teacher did that to me for so long, the college and the police are like, oh hell no, we can't let people know it was that racist, so we have to show personal responsibility negligence on my side. So people could say, even though that was a bad thing, I could see how that could happen to a guy like that. In other words, they have been trying to justify their racist behavior since the beginning, and can't stop if they wanted too. Like trying to trick me and treating me like %#&@$! at every single job. They would say something like what is 2 + 2, 3 right, then on to the next racist tricks. Then they tell other people that I won't let what went on in college go. The same people that are saying I have an ego, are the same people that have a Superman sticker on their police cruisers. I didn't know Superman was in love with cocaine. Look at Tiger Woods wife. I am sure she would have stayed with him if it was just one woman, but it was way too many. One can make the argument that his ex-wife has a super ego too, because she wouldn't just let it go. They have been serving me from sun up to sun down, every place I breathe since my first letter, and then have the nerve to say that I just won't let bygones be bygones with my oversized ego, so they could continue to serve me and justify their continued racist oppression and secondary status. Step back and ask yourself, what traps and double-crosses have I tried to set? What traps and double-crosses have they tried to set? By one even setting such traps, show that they can't let something go. Read all my letters, and please tell me where is my lust for power at, because ego is about power too right? I have even said that I never want to be a supervisor, because I don't want to tell anyone what to do. If I had this ego, one would have seen my claws. When a man attempts to deal with me by force, I use to answer him with force. Now I am the king of just let it go, as I am skilled in defeat. My Intelligence Racism happens all the time, and is one of the hardest things to prove. You can go a whole life time and only have known a few cases where someone has proven racism. I have proven it with great certainty. That's has to count for something when it comes to my intelligence. Look at how I tried to go into a completely different field which was Computers. Look at how I proved with great certainty, that one can't pass both parts of the exam without hands on training. You can pass one part of the exam, but not the other part, because knowledge isn't complete without experience, hands on experience to pass the second part of the test. Again, they tried to put me in a position where they could say, "He just can't do it". Nice try, you almost had even me fooled, until I really thought about it. For someone that could come into a field and not know nothing about how it works, and to come up with what I came up with, and a very short time, doesn't show that I am a fool, but that of an intellect. And they knew what they were doing the whole time. Ask who benefited from this action? When I was in prison, I had a calm mind, because I didn't have too many distractions. I think I came into prison with a 3rd grade reading level, but left with my GED and a reading score of 12.9. The highest the test allowed. So how did I get my GED and score 12.9 in front of a class with the prison guard watching? If you think those red neck prison guards leave prisoners alone to take that test, so they can look good in front of the Parole Board, you know nothing about hate and believe in the Easter Bunny. It's true that you have millions of students graduating from high school that can't read, but not one person whom I have met with a GED, especially earned from prison, can't read. I had overwhelming test anxiety when I took my GED, because that test meant everything to me, so I could have done a lot better. But I still passed. Anyway, how did I make the Dean's list in college too, if I can't read? Have Satan explain this. The only thing I never did when reading was reading out loud. I hate my voice as is, and for a long time, I could only exhale for 10 seconds, 15 seconds at the most. Would you want to read out loud if you breathed like that, and always gasping for air? I even got anxiety reading to myself, so I would silently read when I read anything. You would think education is something that can't be taken away, but they have even taken that away. Land lord My land lord knew about me even before I moved in. When I went to give him my security deposit to move in, he had this look in his eyes as I own you, I shouldn't let you move in here, and if you even breathe loud I'll kick you out. He would think of a reason to come to my apartment, and then with a fake smile, ask me all kinds of direct / indirect questions, the whole time I been living here. Do you love to fight? What do you think of this or what do you think of that, always trying to squeeze info out of me. It's on the same line as an interrogation. If the police offered you to play detective, 9 out of 10 people would accept in a heart beat. He is a straight up spy for the Police. When I first got a lawyer, she asked me did I know why African Americans can never be racist. I never pondered the question before, and I wanted to listen to her, since I was paying by the hour I told her that I didn't know. They now think I don't know what racism is now, because my landlord asked me word for word everything that me and my lawyer talked about. I knew I was being recorded the whole time when I met with my lawyer because she was really talking to whoever was listening at the door or in the other room when she was talking to me. Anyway, how can a black person in Rochester not know what racism is? When they're faced with it directly or indirectly throughout their lives in Rochester every single day. It's true a lot of people can't give you a technical definition of what racism really is, like a philosopher can, but that doesn't mean they don't know what racism is. Most of the guys in the machine shops don't know how to explain what they're doing to the machines, and exactly how it works, but they know what's going on at all times. They just know that it works, because they have of lots of experience dealing with the machines. In my opinion, every African American knows with great certainty what racism is, because experience is the best teacher you know. So my landlord asked me every single thing we talked about. About a month after I moved in, I had my music a little loud, not all the way up, just a little loud. My landlord knocked on my door like he was a gorilla and pointed his finger in my face and yelled so loud, the whole building heard it and told me to turn down my music. It was like he wanted to fight me. So I basically listen to music with my earphones the whole time I have lived here. The next time I saw him, he had a big grin on his face. At the time, just about every apartment played their music extremely loud. My next door neighbor had a top of the line system that was one of the loudest I have heard to date. He always had the volume at its max, and one day, my landlord just knocked on his door and asked him to turn it down very calmly. This happened lots of times with different neighbors too, because it seem like everyone had a mean system. And he was always calm and respectful dealing with them. Isn't that a form of discriminating when my landlord pointing his finger all in my face yelling really loud out of his mind at me, when he didn't do the same to the other tenants? Since they told him a teacher at college swatted his hands all in my face, and I didn't do anything about it, it seem like that has excited him because he wants to do the same. He is like the police partner in crime now, and could tell you all the details way better than I can. One question, what authority and right does my landlord have to interrogate me? In the end, the local police aren't going to do anything about my landlord, because how could you attack or retaliate on someone when the police gave the orders? They made him come to my apartment when I was emailing my letters over the internet and he didn't outright tell me to stop emailing, but he said take it easy, that we're taking care of things now, be patient there is no reason to freak out, or something to that effect. Roy, let this thing go, drop it. Then I told him that I had killed rats. He saw for himself, that I had rat poison all around and over 10 mouse traps by my front door leading into my kitchen alone. He even stepped in mouse traps in my apartment before. He knew that I was terrified and climbing the walls, but thought it was funny. He told me he would take care of them but didn't, because he wanted to see me suffer first, because what I wrote in my last letter about him breaking into my apartment. I had killed another rat and my neighbor came over to my apartment and seen a rat run across my couch. That was the last straw so I called a city agency, and soon after that, I got served with papers to get out. This was an act of retaliation. I have been here for over 4 years without ever missing a rent payment. September 1st 2008 was the first time I missed a payment, and on September 17th 2008, I got served papers to get out. I have paid my landlord 5 days 2 weeks 1 and 2 months rents in advance consistently, and he still tried to kick me out. His lawyer came up to me outside the court room laughing and ask me do I have a place to stay. I told him I wasn't moving anywhere, he looked at me mean looking then went right up to the Bailiff and said something, and the Bailiff got in back of me and looked at me aggressively the whole time I was in court. Then when I went up to the bench, I asked the court lady that takes care of papers behind the bench, if she would pass these papers to the Judge and she screamed at the top of her lungs and said, I am not passing anything. At the top of her voice, because she knew about me before I got there obviously. I was explaining to the Judge about all the rats in my apartment, and my landlord lawyer was smiling from ear to ear and laughing, right in front of everyone in the court. I had two weeks of unemployment in my account that I couldn't get to because I didn't have a pin number at the time. And they still were going to kick me out on the street, then at the last second, I don't know what happened, but someone made my landlord not kick me out. He came and told me that I didn't have to move and that he would wait until I get caught up with unemployment. He looked at me and said nothing, like he wanted me to talk to him. Then I told him about the superintendent threatening me with a gun, and he pointed his finger in my face and said that was a long time ago, and to let it go. I think he had a tape recorder when he came in my apartment, because he said, "Roy, we're friends" and trust me when I tell you, we're not friends, he knows that. As he walked out the door, he jerked his body hard, looked at me really mean, and pointed his index finger at me. He tried to bait me, and wanted me to talk about him breaking in my apartment, but I didn't, and that made him really mad. Shortly after I needed a Plumber, so Joe the Plumber walked in my apartment with my landlord and looked at me with extreme hate and got into a little argument with my landlord when my landlord had to go and check on something in the building. He told him that he didn't want to be left in the apartment if I was going to be there. He said if you leave this apartment, I'm leaving too. I heard him throwing things all around in the bathroom as he was grunting to himself when my landlord was gone. I never have seen Joe the Plumber before that day ever in my life. And all of this is a result of the Dept. of Social Service lies. You would think that area landlords would have a bidding war to get immigrants as their main source of tenants. The police probably told my landlord that he would get the contract if he helps them take care of me. I wonder if the people that are responsible for immigrants settling in Rochester know that this building is infested with rats and roaches. The City is supposed to be welcoming immigrants to a better life in America, but instead are welcoming them to rats and roaches. If a black man was to own this building, and this City found out that there were rats and roaches here, there wouldn't be anymore immigrants coming here. If one was to come and check behind every single refrigerator in this building, they would find rat poop behind all of them. There were and are so many rats here, that in early August 2010, I killed about 13 rats within 2 weeks, or more like 10 days and brought them out to the police camera to show them how many I was killing. On August 20th I believe, I killed a rat. This is after I have killed like 13 within two weeks. On September 4th 2010, a rat ran over my foot when I got up to go to the bathroom about 1am. My neighbor told me on September 5th that she killed 3 rats on the 4th. Ask the people that put the immigrants here to ask the people that live here have they seen and killed rats here before. One neighbor has killed like 8, another 5, another like 7 and so on. On September 7th, I killed another one. Me and my one neighbor are the only Americans living in this building and my landlord raised my rent $20. I asked my one neighbor did he raise hers, and she said no. How is that not retaliation all day. When I first told my landlord that I saw a rat, he said that he would exterminate. Then I told him again and he said the samething. I told him again and he told me that it was cold outside, and that they were just looking for a warm place. Translation, if you were cold, wouldn't you want to be in a warm place too. Then they said that the basement was built wrong or something, and that they had added dirt, because it was on an incline or something. They have made every excuse in the book. This one guy told me that works for the owner of this building over a year ago, that they have tried everything to get rid of the rats in this building, but nothing seem to work. What that means to me is, that they can't do anything about the volume of rats coming into the building, and that their trying, but as soon as they give up a little, the building will be over ran with them. I think a very important question to ask my landlord, is how many rats have they killed in the basement. To think he will tell you the truth though, is hilarious. Soon after I had killed the 13 rats, I went to move my car, because there is alternating parking on my street, which means that I have to move my car everyday, besides Sundays. As I was walking to my car, I noticed someone had broken one of the lower windows leading to the basement, by the garbage cans. This site was clear as day, and anyone walking down the street would have noticed this if they looked over in that direction. This was only like this for a day, because I would have noticed this right away. So since I killed 13 rats and brought them to the police camera, to let them know that I was killing a high volume of rats and that I was angry, because of the poverty they had put me in. They put two and two together really fast, and knew that I was going to mention this in my letter as well, so guess what my landlord came up with? And I am saying openly, I am not sure if their guilty of this crime, but I don't believe in coincidence, and especially when dealing with liars. The next day I heard my landlord outside talking to a small group of people, I guess conveying the building. He probably told them that one of the low-life from the neighborhood had broken the window to the basement, and that's how so many rats had ended up in the building. That nothing like this had happened before, but you can see how something like this could happen. They lie so much, I have to predict their lies now. One night my neighbors were making really loud noises when I was in my bathroom, and no lie, I heard what sounded like 50 rats in the wall trying to get away from the noise that my neighbors were making down stairs. I know what I heard. I even armed myself with whatever objects I could get that was in my bathroom, because I thought they were in my apartment. To this day, I never heard that sound again from my neighbors or the rats. I have even found rat droppings in my pots and pans under the counter. Not to mention, roaches crawling on my silverware in the kitchen draw. I had to put rubber weather-strip under my kitchen door to stop them from entering into my apartment so easy. That's wasn't good enough, so I had to stuff steel wool brillo pads under my front door because they were coming from the hallway. I have had my refrigerator unplugged for over four months now, because there were roaches all over my food in my refrigerator. And I didn't leave my refrigerator door open either, just so that I could write this, because my neighbor had roaches in her refrigerator too. Roaches love my bathroom too, so I keep my tooth brush in a zip lock bag now. One time I killed like 10 roaches, then put them in the kitchen corner so that I could take a picture of them when I got hold of a camera, and when I went back into the kitchen because I had just killed another, they were all gone and replaced by rat droppings. My one neighbor use to call them all the time about the rats and roaches. At first they use to come over and spray her apartment, and say that they were all gone, she would see them all the time, and would call after a couple of days had gone by, and they would just ignore all her calls. So she stopped calling because she didn't want to make ways. She couldn't take it anymore and on October 1st 2010, my Landlord came over to her apartment to see for himself her complaint about rat droppings everywhere. I don't have pictures of this because she doesn't want to get involved. She showed me what my landlord saw, and there were rat droppings all over her kitchen table. There was like 50 to 100 rat droppings on her table. That's just the beginning, because there were, it seemed like hundreds of rat droppings in her oversized big box of rice. I asked her was the rice wild rice, and she said it was just plain white rice. Then she took me to her kitchen cupboard to show me all the dead roaches. She told me that she went and made a personal complaint to the office, and they told her that her bed wasn't made or something, and that she need to keep her apartment clean. She told me that the landlord always go in her apartment when she isn't there, and that's how he knew her apartment wasn't clean. I asked her did the landlord have her permission and did she know he was coming. She said no and that she can't stop him, and that she was from a different country and didn't want to make things bad for her. She told me on October 29, 2010 she seen another rat. Someone scratched most of my name off my mailbox with some sort of key. Only way to get to my mailbox, is you would need a key to the front building door. First someone just used a key to cross my name out. Can we all agree that whoever crossed out my name on my mail box, is very comfortable doing it in front of the camera, and not worried about getting caught? Then after I killed 13 rats and showed them to the police camera, someone tried to rip my name off the mailbox completely. If I would have done that to someone's mailbox, they would have charged me with destruction of government property. And if I wanted to, I could take a plea deal with only two years in prison, or risk spending 10 years in prison. I have gained tons of weight, because I only eat out, or bring take out back to my apartment, where the roaches and sometime rats, try to get to my food. Or I'll go to the public market and buy mainly fruit and eat it right away and keep the rest outside in my car. I shouldn't even eat take out here, because the roaches come out of their hiding spot to try to take my food. I have to be on constant look out for them. Why would anyone want to cook here? Would you? I haven't move out of this apartment, because where ever I move its just going to be a new evil, and a different new kind of terror. Most important, there are cameras everywhere around my neighbor hood, so if the police want to do something to me, they have to do it in front of the cameras, and explain why they erased it. MCC Proof that MCC sent the police after me. The day after I gave 4 teachers at MCC my first letter, a sheriff came to my Economic class and told the teacher he wanted to see me. He had hot coffee in his hand the whole time, and trust me on this, that wasn't by coincidence. I guess if I would've said anything out the way, he would have thrown that coffee in my face and said it was an accident as he tried to subdue me. During our interview I told him that I was embarrassed growing up in this one town because I thought they were the most racist police department in Rochester, and one day when I first went back to that town, the police was across the street at a light, then screeched their tires and sped up behind my car as fast as possible. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw that same sheriff in a black pick up truck on his radio as the police cruiser turned off somewhere. Then it was just the black pick up truck behind me. Anyway, this guy use to follow me all over Rochester in his black pick up truck, use to wait outside my apartment, and was the same sheriff who almost shot me outside MCC doors before I went to talk to Mr. Ryther, and was the same sheriff a few weeks after that almost ran me over with his black pick up truck at the entrance of Walmart in Gates, then chased me around Walmart with a gun. Now MCC is saying we didn't put any cops on you; it's in your head. The sheriff station is next door to the college and the police use to wait and follow me from college just about all the way to my apartment. Sometime with their back window down, so don't tell me the college didn't put all the police in Monroe County on me. I have even said to one of the teachers at college "Can you tell them to leave me alone" and he was like who? Like he had no idea and when I was leaving college that day, their weren't any security or cops to be seen. I remember the first time that I had emailed my letters and the next time I went on campus, I was parking my car and the college alarm system went off. Cops were everywhere giving me mean looks left and right. When it was time to get back to class I took my sweet time walking slowly, I even went far away to the vending machine and the next building. When I arrived at class, my whole class was standing out side with my teacher. Then the class door opened up, and about 10 security guards came out the class room all looking at me, and the leader said, "how you doing". The whole time my teacher was extremely nervousness and sweating bullets. There would have to be someone that remembers this, the teacher will. I lost track of what day it was one time, I went to my teacher's office to get help in math. I got on the elevator to go to her office, and when the elevator got to her floor, the doors never opened, it just went straight back down and when the doors open, an undercover cop with black shades on looked at me intimidatingly for what seemed like 30 seconds, then the doors closed. I reselected my teacher's floor and this time the doors opened and I got off and went to her office, it was closed and I knew right then and there I had the wrong day and why the cop was there. Interpretation, they knew that I went to her office visits to get help and that I had the wrong day, so they controlled the elevator from somewhere to see why I was there, and if I had a problem, they would have blown a hole in my throat right then and there. Ask yourself, how could I possibly know that they could control the elevator like that? Since my first letter, there were so many security guards and police putting pressure on me just about everywhere in society I went, that it seems like cops were coming out of the ground. From the start of my first letter, until I graduated. If I went to the bathroom and stayed in there for over 2 minutes they were in there looking at me with their cold blue reptilian eyes. If I went to the cafeteria to have lunch or just talked with my friends at a table, they would get a table close by and try to listen in on me. I could almost see their ears turning red trying to listen in on me. If my class had a window and was on the first floor, they would casually walk by the window in look in. I could be walking in the hall and someone would say hi to me and I would get a mean nasty reaction from security guards, staff or police. One time, I was walking in the hall, and one teacher said hi to me or I said hi to him first, because this teacher likes me, and one of my ex-teachers looked at him with hate in his eyes. I would leave class and go to my car, and a police cruiser would be by my car in the parking lot, wherever I parked. All of this happened on the main campus. I have gotten the meanest looks from staff, security and police period. They have stabbed me with their eyes repeatedly. Interpretation, the police didn't know who I was before the college put them all over me to do their dirty work. Before they put them on me, I could have gone anywhere I wanted to. After the college introduced me to them, I can't buy a candy bar without them breathing down my throat. Ask Mr. Brandon especially under an MRI test, does he know how to crack the Millwright software. Was he the one that initially gave it to Brian so that Brian could crack it and teach him to crack it? Mr. Brandon was in charge of that software because that is his department. If I am wrong, I will do 20 years in prison, if not, I rest my case. Mr. Brandon told me that the Master Task Lathe CD-ROM was easy to crack. Brian use to teach the teachers everything he knew. I bet if one were to walk into the Applied Tech, and fire their secretary, then told her that she could get her job back if she told the truth about that MillWright software, the truth would come out. Every single teacher knows about that software, and especially the chair person that's in charge of running the Applied Tech. The thing is, they don't want you to know. I told one teacher on the main campus that I had that software and she said "%#&@$! you" under her breath. If you were to put 1% of pressure on them as they have me, you could find out in a day about that Millwright software, because all the teachers, personnel and secretary know about it. If these guys are bad enough to break in my apartment, three times that I know about for sure, at two different addresses, why wouldn't they break in my apartment while I am not at home? They have the key, and know where I am at all times. Wouldn't you think that I would know how valuable that software was to the case? Why would I just mis-place it? Oh I just lost it!!! I had one copy in my apartment and another in my parent's basement which got flooded. What really happened to the one I had was they came in my apartment and stole it. I can't prove it but look at all the other things they have done, like stealing my mail for example. If I had that software, for one M.C.C. would have gotten sued big time by the company, and it would prove lots of things. Ask yourself, why I would be still talking about this software if it never happened. If these guys could fill the graveyard and prisons with some he said, she said %#&@$!, damn it I want at least one of them teachers to take a M.R.I. lie detector test about that Milwright software, because that's where the hate really started. Ask yourself what does Darwin know that we don't? As in, what was going through his mind when he kept swatting his hands in my face, most people would never do such a thing, but for the people that will, the thing that would be going on in their mind the most is, "I could get fired and lose my house if I get caught. Not Darwin, because he did it like a 100 times with complete confidence. So what did Darwin know? He knew the inner-workings of that college and how they really felt about black people. That being said, Richard Ryther told me when I met with him that the college fired Darwin. This was a lie because Darwin not only works there, but has been promoted after all the racist events. Ask all the teachers at the applied tech didn't I used to copy lots of their thick programming and machine operating manuals page by page. Then I use to take them to the library and read them. They all know. When they first got all of these Hass CNC controllers, they came with a very thick manual how to, they told me that I could come into the CNC lab to learn the controllers on a week that the college was on vacation. It was just me and the manual teaching myself the controller. Within one week, I read the manual twice and did every exercise in the manual. I even wrote everything down, all the sequences that I did to achieve the results from the manual. This was how I had learned CNC programming and this was before I had ever had the idea to go on the internet and hunt down CNC instructional videos. It really doesn't matter what it is, if one was to give me a manual, and that manual shows you exactly what to do, how can anyone not learn, unless the'yre not interested in the subject. Then they had this Func controller in there, it didn't have too many options on it to tell you the truth, and I was able to learn the controller from start to finish and two days flat. Minus the macro programming part. Give me an MRI. This is too important. The controllers are by far the hardest part academically, and the machining is all base on having someone giving you a solid foundation and lots and lots of practice which equals experience. Getting to practice these skills with raw material would have been a symbol of my pride and the greatest achievement that would have said, I can always support myself in my family, and have total independence.

You would think the machine shops would open up their arms to me, but the only thing they have done was try to prove me wrong by putting me in a position where I would be lost and say I can't do it. Most people in the field are one dimension and just do Lathe work their whole career, or just Mill work, or just working with plastics, or just working with sheet metal, or just working with glass. As a matter of fact, most people in the field just know how to work on the CNC Lathe, with a certain Fanuc controller. There are lots of Fanuc controllers that could be used and conjunction with the CNC Lathe, and I am telling you, lots of people just know how to use one series of controllers, to go a long with just that one Lathe. I learned tons of controllers, for Lathes, Mills, Conventional, Conversational and all kinds of different concepts along the way. The problem I had was with learning difference skill sets, and you can only get this from someone with tons of experience, and they got this experience because they have had a million chances trying, that they just go off of instinct and don't have to think anymore. Similar to tying your own shoes. Look at my adaptability in every single company I worked for and how fast I picked up at all the jobs they had me do. They had me working at this one company working on these big Die Perforating machines that I never knew existed, where people said, you learned that already, because it takes most a hell of a while to be at that stage. Just ask the supervisor.

My supervisor waited until the last minute to teach me this one particular skill that you just can't accomplish doing it once. The next day, when I arrived at the machine, an unmachined workpiece was already clamped down in the vice. My supervisor came up to me and said that he wanted me to repeat this skill on my own, and that I was going to be timed because this was a test. He looked at me with anger in his eyes, and said, you better not move this workpiece out of the vice at anytime when performing this skill. That he had already tightened the vice, so hurry up, time is ticking. Then a man who I never seen before came out of the office, that didn't work there, stood behind me watching me the whole time performing this skill. The skill was using a machinist indicator to get the circular workpiece perfectly flat. So the indicator would read zero horizontally and zero vertically on the workpiece. Even though he just taught me this skill, I completely understood what needed to be done. I tried and tried, but nothing I did could stop the indicator needle from dancing. People would walk by my machine and smile, as to say, you can't do it, as my supervisor, no lie, was in the best of moods as he started singing. I swear, he started singing. I was spending all day on this and couldn't understand why. Finally, the guy that was standing behind me made small talk with me and left the building. I felt so small, and made an excuse that I went out last night and was hung over. I made sure I didn't leave the machine, and ask my supervisor to show me how to do the skill again. I watched him closely as he unloosened the workpiece, I said wait a minute, you said not to move the workpiece at all. He gave me one of them stupid looks, as he cleaned away a piece of debris that was under the workpiece the whole time. He knew exactly where to look too, and then retighten the vice. When he put the indicator back on the workpiece, the indicator wasn't dancing around crazy like it did when I tried. He just looked at me with this stupid grin on his face, and didn't respond when I said, you told me not to move the workpiece. Everyone in the building knew, it seemed. The workpiece took like 4 hours to finish, now everyone was in and around the area, it seems, watching from a far to see if I could do it. I was so mad at my racist supervisor, that I performed this skill in recorded time. Then I set up the rest of the tools so that they would know where the workpiece was. I didn't even turn around when I left the machine, as everyone watched my supervisor check my work as I went to the bathroom. You should have seen the hurt in my supervisor's eyes when I came from the bathroom. If this isn't an example of racism that doesn't want to die, what is? Then the Head of Maintenance, a millionaire around 60 something, came up to me and said he seen everything and that I was doing damn well.

They gave me another test by putting me in the office by myself for 7 hours with a Mastercam programming manual and told me to get as far as I can on the computer writing programs. When they came back, I had about 100 pages or more done and lots of programs on the computer to show all my work. I even made programs that weren't even in the manual. This was all without any help. You should have seen the look in my supervisor's eyes; it was as if I had killed his children. Guess what happened next, he told me not to touch the computer again. Every time I ask, he would give me the run around, and worked me to the bone. Two other black men before me had similar experiences with my supervisor. How would I know that, because other employees told me so?After that my supervisor kept treating me like %#&@$! and working me to death that it showed up on my face. The owner at AGI is a black belt in Karate, and knew that I didn't like the way I was being treated there, so he came up to me in a Karate stance, as if to say, start something, I dare you. Then they called the police on me, because the police would be in the parking lot ducked down hiding behind cars and watching me from across the street. Anyway, I learned the concept of machining glass and its inner workings. Not fast, but super fast, where most people they told me couldn't do it at all. I did, and even out did my supervisor on some things. But it really doesn't matter in the machine shops, especially when your black and the college have a lottery on your head. That is, every single company I have worked for since my first letter, have tried so hard to put me in a situation where I would be clueless, lost and say I just can't do it so I wouldn't excel, [so the college would say I told you so] worked me super hard and treated me like %#&@$! in front of everybody. I could go on and on. And look at how I adapted to all the things they threw at me, and landed on my feet. I have invested all my life into college and work, to only be treated like %#&@$! by racist laughing fiends working me to the bone out of retaliation because of some other racist laughing fiends. Sacrifice like this will eventually lead to resentment .even a dog gets tired, I want out.

The heart of my argument is the machine shops are practicing control racism; justified racism and economic racism, which are pieces of institutionalized racism. Their whole philosophy is set up to maintain white supremacy. Every man is free to rise as far as he's able or willing to. If I get a million chances at hitting the ball, I bet I could get a home run. Everyone could get a result after awhile. When it comes to African Americans, it's strictly a need to know basis, as a result they learn a few skills a year. It's like chasing leaves in a storm now. The number one reason they're mad at me, they love the way things are. I pointed this out, and been taken to the cleaners ever since. Racism is a big problem in the machine shops because it robs one of opportunity, options and choices to choose from. People have even said to me in class, why don't black people find something else of their own, this is a white man's field. Why don't you people try Entertainment, and leave the machine shops to us. Screw you and your log cabins chicken-catching pig farmers.

Kodak

I don't know why it's so hard for people to believe that the Machine Shops are that racist. All one has to do is look at the Grand father of machine shops in Rochester which is Kodak. Kodak is like a big machine shop and was Rochester #1 employer for years with an advanced high tech racist practice that has kept African American out the picture for years. This is common knowledge. They had over 60,000 employees at one time back in 1982. Most of the teachers when I went to school at the Applied Tech were from Kodak. My one teacher was a high ranking Forman at Kodak and I ask him did he think Kodak was racist, and at the time he was working on one of the machines, and he stopped what he was doing, and gave me a really big smile and said "You bet your %#&@$! their racist". He went on to tell me that when they have meetings, even before they have meetings, they make sure who is going to be there with great certainty. If there will be any black man or black woman there. If not, this can be discussed, if so, that can't be discussed. He said a meeting is a meeting, and if they're not racist, why should it matter who is going to be at the meeting. He also said that if they wanted to hire one of their people in the machine shop, where some type of test had to be passed before entry, that they would stand over them and say things like, "Are you sure you want to choose that answer". All of this was a common practice he said. How would I know these things specifically if he didn't tell me? Lots of the people in the machine shops are from Kodak. That's where the college and machine shops probably got most of their slick racist discriminatory tactics from. Kodak has always been the #1 machine shop in Rochester, and sourced out work to most of the machine shops in Rochester. You mean to tell me that most of the people in Rochester got their machine shop skills from Kodak, which is a good thing, and not their racist discriminatory practice from Kodak which is a bad thing? That doesn't make since to me or you. To me, this is like a little terrorist cell that operated for years with the approval of this community. And when one proves racism, the only thing the average person has to say is, so what, everybody is racist. To me that's like saying, so what, everyone kills, so what, everyone steals, so what, everyone is a terrorist. This letter is a result of what happens when hate gets to breed for so long without interference.

Chinese restaurant.

They have denied me just about all the pleasures in life. I use to go to the biggest buffet in Rochester, but the only problem with that was it was right down the street from the college. I knew I was in shark infested waters, but went there anyway. The police follow me everywhere else, so it didn't matter, so I thought. Police use to be waiting at the restaurant for me, and when I got there, the waitress or the hostess use to sit me in their section or place me in the booth in front of them all the time. Or I would get there, and after like 10 minutes they would show up sitting behind me. They had complete control of the place. On one occasion they place me by this one policeman and he was talking to a fireman, then the rest of the tables of people started talking to one another like some happy group, then the police with a happy smile started talking to me, trying to get me to join the so called group talk. I just gave him a short answer and went back to eating. The whole time he had a book with him, and I guess he wanted to get me to open up to him, so I could read him a story. I pride myself on being rational, and even I know this sound weird, and not something a rational person would say, but it did indeed happen.

I liked this one girl there, because she liked me, so I thought, because she was giving me all kinds of smiles, and when she came to collect the money for the bill, she gave me a sad look, because I wasn't responding to her advances. Now all the time that she was giving me these advancing friendly stares, this was out the view from the cop that was in back of me. I am extremely perceptive, I just don't respond, and people don't think I am on to them. Anyway, I would have responded to her if he wasn't there. As I got home, I said to myself, I should be able to talk to anyone I want to talk to, that wants to talk to me. So the next time I went back there, I tried to make eye contact with her, but she showed no emotion as her face turned into stone the whole time. She kept walking by my table, and I kept trying to make eye contact with her, but her eyes were always straight ahead like she was in a trance. Then this tall African American walked by my table, then I knew something was up then and there. As I was getting up to leave Stone Face came over to my table in a submissive way, as 2 African Americans turned hard in their booth to see if I was going to say anything to her I guess. Interpretation, someone told that girl to show interest in me, and then back off hard, because that's exactly what happened. I went back there a couple of other times, and she wasn't there, but another girl just as pretty as her was doing the samething with her eyes to me. I didn't want to ruin my chances with Stone Face, so I didn't acknowledge her and she looked at me with hurt in her eyes like, what's wrong with me. I have always ignored this girl. I was thinking about buying Stone Face some flowers, and then I really thought about it. I have come to the conclusion that even if Beyonce wanted to date me, I couldn't date her. For one, where would I go with her? I drive when its dark at night less then 10 times a year, and don't you think she would get sick of this real soon? I can't have any relations with anyone, because of all the hate towards me the police and college caused. So I have came to this realization awhile ago, and one day I went back to the restaurant and Stone Face kept walking by my table, then started vacuuming by my table, as slow as possible behind me. I never turned around, and then she started vacuuming in front of me as slow as possible casually looking in my direction smiling. I never said anything to her, and this was a girl I liked too. She had a pretty face and a nice frame, where most Chinese woman have a pretty face and no frame, in my opinion.

One time there was an undercover at the restaurant before I got there, I believe. He was really big and tall. This one Chinese girl was out of view from the undercover, and she kept waving at me with her hand as she smiled at me tons of times trying to get a reaction out of me, so that the undercover would see me doing it. Then this same waitress was at my table like 20 times pouring me water every time I took a sip from my glass, smiling sexy from ear to ear when she was at my table. This was again out of the view from the undercover. The only thing that he could see was her back and my face. That is an example of entrapment. She also used to adjust her pants in front of me, like you would do in front of a mirror alone. The police probably said something like, help us out, show him some attention, I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine, let him fall into our trap, and we'll take it from here. Remember, we won't forget. So why did I go back there? Because I loved the food and I said to myself that "I wasn't going anywhere. I want to eat here, and if they start I am telling." I can't go anywhere as is, and I figured I was safe in front of the cameras. One time I went to the restaurant and she placed me in a spot facing the wall, and everytime she walked by I looked up, and noticed that she looked exactly like the Chinese girl in the movie Kill Bill. The whole time there was an undercover sitting in back of me. Then all of a sudden, she walked by again, and I looked up, and she walked right up to my table and shoved her hands really hard in my face that came within inches of hitting me. Why would you come up to a guy that outweigh you by 150 lbs, and violently shove your hands in his face? Is it customary for a waitress to react this way, to a paying customer in front of the police? The police probably said to her, do everything you can to get his attention, and try your hardest to get him to say something to you out the way. Were right here, we got your back. Ask me under an MRI, or just look at the video, if they haven't thrown it away, did I say something or do anything out of the way to her like blowing kisses at her or the like. I didn't even wink my eye at her. There are cameras in every inch of the place, prove me wrong. How about if you can prove me wrong on this point, and they have all the cameras on their side, I will plead guilty to whatever felony they want me to. Isn't that what they really want, to see me in prison for life, so they can attack me at will. On the flip side of things, by that girl putting her hands in my face, that just goes to show that they're teaching people how to treat me. It also shows another hard proof example of violence they tried to suck me into, and 100% proof that I can't live in this city. If these guys treated me like this in a open restaurant, just imagine how they treated me behind closed doors in the machine shops. So what did I do? Nothing, I just finished my meal, left a tip, and left. They didn't want me going to that particular restaurant, because it was down the street from the college that students and faculty often visit. 99.9% of the population would have tooken this incident to the next level, but I just stood right there and took it on the chin.

The next time I went there, Kill Bill went out of her way and even ran up to the front when I came in, and ask how I was doing and seated me. Normally when they seat you, they leave. This time she just stood there just looking at me inviting me into a conversation. She didn't care about her duties, she just wanted to talk. We talked for like 5 minutes straight. I ask her did she think I was greedy because when I eat there, I eat tons of food. Since she was showing me so much attention, I was indirectly asking her why. She didn't know what the word "greedy" was, and thought I said something to her out the way. She asked someone what it was I guess, and have always tried to make conversation with me when I was in the restaurant all the time I was there. Then one day I went up to her when she was up at the buffet with another girl. I told her that this was my last time coming here, and she said why, why? I said that I was going to start back jogging because I had gained so much weight eating there. She said something like we'll be here when you decide to come back or something. Within a week, I went jogging and sort of sprained my ankle, because I was jogging on an uneven grass surface. When I went jogging, the police told the people that are watching out for me, that I was jogging, and it just so happens that I told him what I said to Kill Bill. Again, I told her I wasn't going there anymore because I was gaining so much weight and was planning on jogging soon. Ask that guy didn't I tell him that. Anyway, I hurt my ankle and went back to the restaurant. When I was going up to the buffet, I saw kill bill walking in my direction. As we were passing one another I said "I know last time I said I wasn't coming here anymore, but I hurt my ankle and was hungry". That's it. Then all of a sudden she looked at me like she was terrified and screamed extra loud at the top of her voice, "what did you say to me". The whole restaurant was looking at me like I did something wrong. I was so embarrass, and should have left then, but I didn't because I wanted to clear myself in front of all the customers. When I came from the buffet with my plate, I said in the softest of voices in front of the other customers to Kill Bill, "I know last time I said I wasn't coming here anymore, but I hurt my ankle when I went jogging and that I hadn't had meat in awhile because I was mainly juicing fruits and vegetables and was really starving for meat". Can you believe, I said all that to her while she looked at me like, I own you now. If I was a real man, I would have said, %#&@$!, you know I didn't say anything to your monkey %#&@$! out of the way, you know exactly what I said and left the restaurant. They have got me in a very weak state, where I back down from everything under the sun to live to fight another day. If I had this ego that they speak of, I would have reacted different. Then when I sat down, this one undercover cop that was sitting in the booth with another cop, turned all the way around and looked at me for what seemed like a minute. There was also this 70 year old couple that was sitting in the booth together staring at me the whole time. They didn't too much talk or eat; they would just look at me. On another occasion, I was at the same restaurant when this one African American lady kept asking me all these questions, while one of the waitresses seated this 70 year old couple right by me, there were other places that they could have sat, but the waitresses sat them by me on purpose, while a undercover cop was in back of me listening the whole time. She asked me questions like what was I doing in my apartment all this time, and I had told her about the police almost running me over in front of the police camera, and how the Internal Affairs ain't %#&@$!, how the mayor wasn't %#&@$!. The undercover almost blew his cover moving in his seat, while the 70 year old couple could care less what they were eating and just watched me. They had no idea that I knew they were there for me. Whoever these older people are, they must be very important and are some of the main people behind the scene that's against me. My perception is right on time, I just don't respond to situations, but know what's going on all the time. Anyway, they had their entire waitress staff, one by one, come up to me and pore me a sip of water and ask me could they get me anything. They even had this one waitress pretending like she was washing the table with one foot on the floor, and the other on the booth looking at me, showing me her crotch. All of this because some high class white trash, wants to protect a bunch of filthy trailor trash that they hated growing up, and have thrown my life to the ground like glass protecting filth. This was all in front of the 70 year old couple. They even baited me to say something to them. To the 70 year old couples I have seen, that's pulling the strings behind the seen, like the man behind the curtain on the Wizard of Oz, isn't 70 years a long time to be white trash. They were there at the restaurant before I was, as well as the two undercover policemen. Either you have one or two waitresses the whole time, not 5 or 6. Then when I left, a clean white undercover car with the spot light on the side, violently back up across the street, then as my car faced his from across the street, he cross the street going like 100 miles an hour passing my car in the Chinese Restaurant parking lot.

There is a way to get down to the bottom of things. Tell Kill Bill that she will be deported if she is lying, and will be rewarded if she is telling the truth, and then explain to her what a MRI Lie Detector Test is. And If I am lying, just think of how much time you want to give me, and then add another zero if I am lying. This isn't rocket science. And when you see that I am telling the truth, well that's just one more thing that I have proven. Or ask the rest of them Rent-A-%#&@$! waitresses have I ever said anything to them out the way. It just proves that I can't work in this city either, because I wanted to work for the Hospital and they knew that. I would rather have a lap dance at a restaurant, then at my place of employment. Thanks for giving me the heads up Satan, and thank those hoes for the show. By them acting the way they did towards me by trying to get me to say something to them, placing me by people that were there to spy on me, setting me up as a whole, is racist. I have never had any problems with Asian people in my whole life, until Satan brought his funky %#&@$! around. Trying to set me up, to cancel and cross out all their Evil, or minimize it as much as possible. A thug is a ruthless brute without a conscience, who will use whatever weapons are available to him in order to beat his victims into submission. In this case, the police used the restaurant to do their thuggging, and tried to beat me into submission. And to blame me would be like blaming the victim of a holdup for corrupting the integrity of the thug.

Country Style Buffet

I use to always go there to eat, and the manager use to sit close by with a serious look on his face as he would fold his hands and watch me eat. His eyes barely left my sight, especially on Fridays when I used to meet my Aunt and Uncle there. I guess to see what was said and how I was interacting with my family. Sometimes I would reverse the game and would sit by him on days when my family wasn't there. He would move and sit some place else, but still keeping a close eye on me. At times I would be there with my family and I guess I was there too long because police went out of their way to show me that they were waiting by my car. I could see them as clear as day out the window, as they waited there looking at me spending time with my family. When I paid my bill and left, the police cruiser was gone. I have even been asked on more then one occasion "how do you know those people you're with"? One day the assistant manager looked at me so mean and nasty as I was leaving that he could have killed me. As I was paying my bill on another occasion, the head manager told me that if I fill out this little slip, I would get special promotions sent to me. That was normal, but what wasn't normal is when I put down my email address. He asked me in a prying way like 3 times in a row, "Is this your current email address that you often use, because if not, you won't get the special offers sent to you. So you better make sure, do you have any other emails you might want to put down, because you won't get these special offers". "Are you sure, are you sure, are you sure", like he was trying to get to the bottom of this once and for all.

Interpretation, the police told the head manager and assistant manager to keep an eye on me when I went there, because I was going there a lot at the time. The police know my yahoo email username and password, because when I was meeting with the Internal Affairs they ask me to show them my letters online. So when I went home, I gave my yahoo account AIDS by signing up to all these "free stuff sites" and changed my email account. The police just had an account that was infested with spam and wanted my new email account.

Aldi

I haven't been to the grocery store in over 8 months, if not a year. I lost track. The security guard there use to look at me aggressively as in, I know everything about you too, start something in here, I dare you. At times I use to read the labels of the food that I was interested in, and he use to get on his cell phone and smile as his eyes followed me around the store. He saw that I was keeping my distance from him when I was in the store. He must have told someone about this to cover his butt, because at times when I would shop there, they made sure that church people were there. The security guard would ask the cashier for change when I was at the register, so that the church people would see that I was keeping my distance from him. So he could say, you saw him right? He is going out of his way to not be around me, and not make eye contact with me on purpose. He's going to start something here too. I didn't do anything.

Library

Police use to follow me to the library and one time two police officers were outside, and when I walked by they looked at me with their cold blue eyes and followed me into the library. The one officer was so sweet, he made conversation with the librarian behind the desk, while his partner's eyeballs was jumping out of his skull looking at me like he had lost his mind. Then on another occasion, me and the librarian was having a conversation and I ask her how many pages could she read in a hour, or something like that, and this one lady yelled at the top of her voice "what difference does it make" and looked at me with fire in her eyes. I dropped off the book that I was reading a few days later, and haven't been back there since.

Salvation Army

It was my first time downtown after I had emailed letters over the internet and everywhere I went, undercovers in unmarked cars and cops were everywhere looking at me with them cold blue eyes. I put change into the parking meter and watched the time on my wrist watch to know how much time I had, and went into the Salvation Army and when I came back out to my car to put more change in, there was a ticket on my windshield. At the most, I was a minute or two late. They must have been watching that meter like a hawk. Look at the date on the ticket and the time I emailed my letters and one will clearly see that that ticket is also an act of retaliation. Haven't I received enough blatant tickets out of retaliation so far? And why was I at the Salvation Army in the first place, because this city put me in poverty.

Eastview Mall

I went Christmas shopping there, and everywhere I went mall security and police would put so much pressure on me, I thought they were waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike me from behind. Everywhere I went, radios would go off, telephones would ring and cashiers would give me a mean look. I would turn around suddenly, and undercover police / mall security would go the other way or duck down out of my view. I used the pay phone by the bathroom which is right by the security station and the whole time security was looking at me through the big reflection mirror outside their office, looking at me with fire in their eyes the whole time I was on the phone. Then a sheriff came in from outside by the security office doors as I was on the phone, and walked slow as possible by me. Every store I went into, security was on point, and I was nothing but a walking GPS. When I got outside, not one but two police cruisers were outside by my car. I had to return something back there and haven't been there since. Oh yeah, that mall is like 15 miles away in another county.

Wegmans

When I go in there, security looks at me as if I am an opponent standing in the opposite corner ready to fight me. There were times when I entered, and security wasn't waiting by the door, then all of a sudden, he would walk really hard up front, looking at me, and only me. He would look at me, as if he was saying, "I know all about you, if you start something in here, I'll take you apart". I would be waiting in line and he never took his eyes off me. This is mainly the Wegmans in Gates.

Tops

I have gone there and the police / security would be at the register before I was and would give me a mean look and make me feel uncomfortable. Obviously the cashier knew the undercover, because he was standing shoulder to shoulder with her, as he glazed at me with his cold blue eyes. So the only time I would go there is to return bottles, which is very rare, or use there coin machine which is also rare. One time I was standing in line waiting to return my bottles, and this one guy wearing a City of Rochester shirt just stood there looking at me like he wanted to fight me right there. He didn't care who was looking, and there are cameras everywhere.

Manpower

In my last letter I said that they would lie, and just like I predicted, they did. The police let them read my last letter, about the part on how they fired me, and as a result, they lied to Unemployment and said they didn't fired me, that my job assignment just ended. This was in October of 2008. They almost got away with this slick lie, until I told Unemployment that I wrote a letter explaining in August of 2008 what happen when I worked there and sent it out over the internet, and that they had read that letter. She saw right through this lie and granted me unemployment. If I didn't tell her that, trust me, I wouldn't have gotten unemployment. For the record, Jasco, the company that I worked for through Manpower, pay faithful employees money if they be a witness and lie to Unemployment and say that they were present when ex-employees quit in front of the Supervisor. As in, I was there when such and such quit. This is a paid lie so, Jasco don't have to pay for their unemployment.

Post Office

I use to live out in Ogden, so since the mail was always getting put in everyone else mailbox at one time, when I ordered a package I use to have them send it to the Ogden address. Sometime they would send it back, without a word that I would have to call the company and ask where my order was, and the company would say they sent it back. It turned out that they sent it back because they looked at the name, and knew I didn't live there, and they just sent it back. Plain and simple, they didn't want me getting my mail out there.

The one lady was hitting on me hardcore when I went to get my passport at the counter. After I was done filling out the forum, she told me to come to the side door so I could take my passport picture. Their was this 300 lb officer lady that was in line with black shades on the whole time. I waited what seem like 5 minutes; when she was suppose to be at the door in a second. When she opened the side door, there was pure hate in her eyes. How could that be, when just 5 minutes ago she was hitting on me. She took my picture and was cold to me the whole time. Just maybe, the lady cop had a little talk with her. The office on Lexington near Mt. Read.

RG & E

Satan follows me just about all the time when I go to RG & E. Since I have been living here my refrigerator has been turned down as low as it could possibly go without me shutting it off. Within the last year, I have "Gone Green" and have unplugged everything in my apartment if am not using it, and when I use it, I unplug it immediately. So my bill is really low when they come out to read it, and when they estimate my bill, its like $20 more. So I have complained about my bill to RG & E with the police looking at me hearing exactly what's going on. Then all of a sudden, the person behind the counter said that I was 100% right, and that it was a lot to pay over. I am talking like this so the police could ease my pain a little, since they want to be in every single thing in my life. I am like; here is something I don't mind you being in. If you let Satan know what you're going to do in the fight, he will know how to dodge your swings so it looks like your fighting yourself. The police thought I was going to email my letters in September, so they got someone to change my bill really low on the estimate, then high on the actually reading. It's impossible for my bill to be that high on the actually reading, because I haven't cooked anything in like 9 months, and my refrigerator has been unplugged for like 4 months and I always have my lights off most the time. I am extra conscious of my usage.

Last time I was at the Dept. of Social Service, I showed my case worker the summary of what I paid and what I owed, and she immediately notice something wasn't right, and no lie, yelled out really loud and said "what is this". She probably yelled like that because her Boss was close by, as in, "look what I have also discovered". She said that she was going to put an investigator on it and everything. I don't know what they did, but they checked it out and nothing came of it. Nothing is probably going to come of it this time either, but I am using the bare minimum. They would love to have me write about something, so they could completely prove me wrong. It hasn't happened yet. I started not to write this part, but I know what I am using. Most the time my apartment is pitch black while I watch TV, and I use energy saving light bulbs.

John Reynolds

John Reynolds was selling a ton of drugs in college, and at one point was on Coke so bad, that the Vice Principle whom John was tutoring his Autistic child at the time, made sure John didn't get kicked out of college and took him in so that John could get cleaned up. I think John got caught with drugs on him, or he was just so out there on Coke and failing that the Vice Principle took him in. It's either one or the other or both, that prompt the Principle to take him in. If it wasn't the Vice Principle, it was the Principle or Dean, but whoever it was, their child is Autistic. I know all this because John told me with sincerity himself.

Tears came out of John eyes one night on the steps of the Tavern, when he told me that one of his best friends caught his mother smoking crack. Am not sure if it was inside the Tavern, or next door where she lives, but it was still on the Tavern grounds that it happened. How could you catch someone in their own home smoking crack? His friend doesn't smoke crack, which means that she was smoking crack inside the Tavern. Whats so funny about this is, the cops hang out all the time there. I could make the argument that the police hang out in a crack house, especially since his crack head mother is the bartender. By the way, John older brother lives there too and is a super crack head. So, when John mother and older brother heads aren't rocking on their shoulders in a deep nod on the couch together, she is serving cops drinks as his older brother walks around the bar geeking talking to police.

This one girl that was really young "she had to have been underage" called John and told him that she would show him her tits if he gave her a bottle of wine. I was right there at the end of the bar talking to John when she called. John told me as soon as he got off the phone what she said. She must have called John on her cell phone, because she came in shortly. She went in the kitchen with Johnny and came out like 5 minutes later. You should have seen her weak eyes as she left the kitchen as our eyes met. It was as if she wanted to cry. She knew I knew what was going on. Less than 5 minutes later, John came from the kitchen laughing so hard, he almost turned as red as a fire truck laughing so hard you could almost see snot coming from his nose. Question, how would she even know to call John? How would she know that he would go for it? Why didn't she drink it in the bar? Underage, that's why.

Mark

I tried to show them some of my white friends since they told the world that everyone hates me, and just about all of them the Police have made them schemed on me to their liking. They spit all kinds of game on people that know me, making their heads biggers than a pumpkin if they say this or that about me. I use to be friends with this one guy named Mark, and the police have only seen me with him like 3 or 4 times, but that's all it took. I haven't seen this guy in awhile, and thought this was the last place the police would look, but they got to him as well. These war strategists tried their hardest to ambush me with this guy. They now know that I had a 12.9 reading level when I was in prison, so if they have found some way of changing it, I have another idea. My conviction was over turned, and when I was meeting with the Judge that sentenced me, I made a point of telling her that I went from a 3 grade reading level to a 12.9 reading level, so if they changed it, you know to look on that transcript. My ex-friend Mark looked at me mean the whole time when he picked me up and took me to this restaurant. His friend told me over and over again to leave the police alone in my letter and got so mad when he knew that I would write about them. He asked me the same questions the police would have asked me the whole time I was in the restaurant with him. When we arrived back on my street and trust me, he knew the police cameras were there and he opened the door really hard, and made the meanest look up at the camera. He turned to me with soften eyes next and gave me his card and told me to contact him so he could put me under hypnosis for free. Interpretation, the police wanted him to put me under hypnosis and build something off of it to their liking.

Am I okay mentally after these events?

The police have been in hundreds of thousands of interviews, and know exactly what it takes for someone to snap and kill another human being. You know how you train hard to get into shape, well they're using everything in their arsenal to get me into a mental state so that I would attack them, so that they could kill me justifiably. I truly understand what their doing, and what they want to accomplish. If I didn't have this understanding, it would have driven me insane awhile ago. Then they want people to think I am paranoid, but if that was the case, how did I get set up so many times. A person that is really paranoid, or even partly paranoid, is very hard to set up. And they wouldn't trust anyone and let them get too close. There is no difference than placing George Bush in Afghanistan and having the Taliban treating him as their treating me, then have the local Afghanistan government spitting "Game" saying he just imagining it, it's all in his head, he is crazy, no one did anything to him, and if someone did something to him, he brought it on his self. The Taliban put Bush in prison on purpose, always faking hard like they want to hurt him, put him in poverty, and everywhere Bush goes, no matter where Bush goes, the Taliban make sure he gets treated like %#&@$!, and then deny their involvement. Now if Bush was to go crazy, who fault would it be? They have generated much pain, frustration, stress and anger. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That being said I'm still standing and mentally fit. Please tell me where I am irrational and have made a mistake in logic.

Why don't I have a Wife?

The city has declared war on me since my first letter, and haven't let up since. When one is at war, one can't have a normal life. Besides, it's going to be hard enough saying goodbye to my family, let alone wife and children.

What Do My Family Think?

They don't know how serious it is. They just want me to settle down and get married so they can have some grandchildren by me. People have said to me, why don't I move back home with my parents. Firstly, no matter where I move in Rochester, the police will follow me there too and bring destruction, and I don't want this around my family. My family just don't know what's really going on.

Last Thing

I chose white people basically over my own race for awhile, and why, because I was only around white people. One becomes their environment, with the people they surround themselves with. Move to China for 30 years and see how you turn out. When my grandmother died, there were only a couple of tears in my eyes. When one of my white friends died, that I was really close with, I cried like a baby in front of my two other close white friends. I was as loyal as a puppy dog and after all my faith, service and loyalty; this is what you do in return? It comes a time that one just can't live with something. I can't live with this, around these people anymore. If you were to put yourself in my shoes, you wouldn't either, so don't ask me to do what you wouldn't do. Poverty and prison is the same thing, and especially if it's done on purpose, out of retaliation. They have convicted me to a lifetime of sweat and misery and make up more %#&@$! then maybelline and have more tricks than clowns have pockets. I don't want to live in a country where they allow this evil to happen, exist and cover this up at any cost, then have the general public laugh and say, you told him. It is morally as bad not to care whether a thing is true or not, just so long as it makes you feel good. These guys are unfit to call themselves Christians, and are more racist than they believe in God, and are really like some stuck up feces wearing a mink coat. I am in shark infested waters and am not free to achieve. I don't believe in America, I don't belong here; I want to completely forfeit my citizenship and I don't want to share the same cemetery with these people. I want to live in Canada for the rest of my life.

Hilton HighFirst page of the 1989 yearbook says "A Smile Adds That Classic Touch" with a big picture of me by myself smiling. I never use to like taking pictures until recently. The photographers that took that picture use to always chase me around trying to take my picture. Don't believe me, ask them!!! Hilton High is a pretty big school. Out of everyone that went there I was at least in the top ten as far as popularity goes. Ask the whole entire class of 1989,1990,1991and 1992. The first year I went there I tuned most people out by wearing my walkman all the time .and besides I was loyal to Greece Olympia Spirit and not Hilton High spirit. I played football for Greece Olympia a rival school that hated Hilton and Hilton hated them back. I wore a Greece Olympia football jacket the whole time I went to Hilton. How did I get most of the people to like me wearing that jacket down the senior hall when they hated Olympia? Most of my closest friends were from the Hilton football team. Like I said, ask anybody was I popular. If one person even says that I was that obliverates their main argument/point. Fact, no one has big parties unless their liked dah!!!! Keep in mind that lots more people could be on here, but I don't know their last names and am not all that good with faces either. Ask John Dettman and Matt Cookinham that have superduper memories how many people do I know and was friends with and didn't even know their names!!! I had lots of best friends in Hilton, but hung out more with Hasan Uyar that wrestled for Spencerport that was always in the paper, the Young Brothers and John Reynolds. Hasan Uyar once said that we were the most popular kids in school. If people hated my guts so much, why isn't it anywhere in my school records? I haven't seen him in years and was told he lives in San Francisco. Contact him and ask him to name you in his opinion, who was the top five most liked people in Hilton High. 98% of all the people listed here are white. I don't know how to even swim. One day I jumped off this tall bridge into the water, because I had lots of friends in the water and I knew my friends would save me and I was surrounded by my white friends as soon as I hit the water. I know for a fact that all white people aren't racist but the machine shops and the college are and they know it!!!!

List of people to ask from Hilton High

Tracy Bartholomew, Jennifer and Jason De Prez, Brian Inman, Bryan Burrows, Cory Prince, Kevin Roule good friend and knows a dirty secret about John Steward hurting someone really bad, Jenny Bernbeck, All the girls field hockey team, Amy Hibbard, Karen Gresens, Terri DeBonis, Jason Barona, Tammy Bell and I would say Tom Bell too but the police got to him already, Ron Bentley and Emilie Bentley (she was an All American in Soccer and I was also cool with her mother. She stopped being close friends with me after the paper, radio and newspaper started demonizing me everyday. Tracy Boeyink, Eric Caternolo, Makeba Clay, Brian Covert, Tanya Drexler, Cindy Hill, Andrea Evert, Steven Gallagher, Jason LaFountain, Scott Marcella, Mark Mattia, Charles Palumbo, Jennifer Pappas, Jeffrey Phillips, Victoria Randall, Traci Ryan, Tim Slater and his sister, Scott Werner, Shanna Hewes, Pat White, Mike George, Don Reno, Scott Puckett, Vinny Noonan, Lanny Boundy, Jay Allen, Amy Yoxthimer, The Principal Mr. Mascadri, The Vice Principal Mr. McEvoy,The Wrestling Coaches Mr. Krotz and Mr. Partridge, Football coach Mr. LaBarbera , Larry Merlo, Jenny Odell, Gin Robinson, Anydy Wegman of the Wegman's family that owns the Wegmans food chang, Steve Viccaro that guy who testified against me at trial who is now a cop I believe, Nikii Hinzman and Wendy Hinzman, Eric Schwartz, Daemon and Justin Majors and his whole family, Eric Conroy, Brooke Lederhouse, Joy Lazore, Jenny Profetta and her sister, Lisa Tufano, the whole football team, Queyn Tran,Ron lockwood, Cindy Garofano, Dan, Don and Russell Andrews, Cory Lesher who is now a doctor that lives out of state and his wife, Nancy Weldon, Marcy Wright that was a model for J.C. Penny's, Michelle Gioia ask her how well did I get along with people at work, Mike Roz, Eric Peters, Christopher Flagg, Michael Bankard, Windy Aubin, Jason O'Connell, Jim Sparles, Mike France, Penny Charette, Stephanie Bell, Paul Loomis, Joshua Angelo, Michelle Beyea, Charles Bielinshi, Karl Britt, Gary Cirillo, Njeri Clay, Dino D'Aloisio, Jeffrey Dill, Chris Charette whom is now a preacher, Dominick,Teddy, Lee and Andy Antonucci, Michael Dipasquale, Michael George, Craig Jones, Michael Lamere, Michael Morin, Cheri Oliver, Craig Privitera, Donald Reno, Christopher Ryan, Kathleen Seltenreich, Collen Serafino, Gary Shadders, Bryan Sills, Michael Sorrentino, Scott Storti, James Strassner, Gina Tarantino, Anh Quyen Tran, Lisa Urbanski, Sonya Young, Kevin Young, Jay Young, Jenny and Jolene Sturman, Shawn Zugehoer, Darren Sneddo, Jeff Matthews who works at the University of Rochester, Jason Lombardo, Brian Lockner, Clara Joy, Timothy Jarvis, Todd Hoefen, Jacquelyn Fridd, Chris Jones, Rick Sadwick (he got all American in wrestling, but now works for M.C.C. as the sports director or something) the last time I saw him I was at Chucky Cheese with my family and I didn't realize it was him until he left. I thought he was the police messing with me because he was standing and staring at me across the room so I gave him a bad look. You have to understand the town I was in to completely understand. Tell him I said I am sorry for giving him that look now look him in the eyes and ask him did he like me. He was staring at me, because someone told him what happened, or he would have just come up to me and said hi or something .period!!! John Bay is another all American I know and hung out with at the dance clubs. He went to Wilson High and the University of Rochester. And many, many more people from Hilton High. Ask the whole entire school did they remember the black guy that wore the Greece Olypmia football jacket was I a liked person and popular. Lisa Longinotti we were friends at school and work and one day at school one of them rednecks got her in a headlock and slammed her head into a locker because she was friends with me. I told my teacher about this and she had the nerve to write Roy Snell thinks people are racist here in my final school report. Hilton had tons of rednecks that people called "Head Bangers" that would use the n-word freely. I know the difference between good and evil and fairness and racism and the machine shops are , but not all , are Racist with the capital "R". Ask Kevin Young and Damon Majors have I ever beat anyone up for calling them the n-word? Matt Cookinham is my best friend that grew up in Spencerport all his life. He had 3 times more friends from Hilton then he had from Spencerport .and why? Because he hung out with me and I introduced him to everyone.

People liked me so much that sometimes they would leave me in charge of watching the money at there house parties. Ask me under a MRI lie detector test did I ever steal any of their money ..but my rich white friends did!!! If I was such a hated person, it would have been in my records somewhere in school. Mrs. Patterson would have written about it .trust me!!! It would have also been in my court papers somewhere when they tore my life apart in the Local Papers, T.V. and on the Radio. You mean to tell me that not one person who they interviewed, or should I say grilled, said that people hate me!!!! Mrs. Patterson gave me that terrible review out of retaliation, because I knocked out her favorite student (teachers pet) with one punch after school one day. Rather than gunning me down on the streets .she gunned me down with her pin. Check Hasan Uyar school report, because she hated him just as much. Ask all the guys that testified against me was I a popular person. Ask every black person that went to Hilton High when I went there have they ever been called the n-word!! I got along very well with the gym teachers, both Principles, nurses and cafeteria stuff ect,ect,ect!!!!

List of people to ask from Greece Olympia

I called Greece Olympia and told the lady on the phone that I use to play football there and ask her if I could come in after school hours and look at the yearbooks she said come in now that people did it all the time. She was very very nice to me on the phone. When I arrived there she was still super nice to me. She took a brake after she gave me the yearbooks and when she came back from break she said in a mean way "are you still here" and "why do you want the yearbooks again". Who do you think gave her that nasty attitude? I know it was the janitor!!! So I just rushed everything and got out of there!!! The next week I called Greece Athena and asked if I could come in and look at their yearbooks because I was organizing a class reunion with Greece Olympia and that I knew lots of people that went there. She was very nice to me and said that she would get back to me. She never did (check my phone records) and when I called her back she said in an angry tone "I told you no you can't come here". I said Greece Olympia let me "she said that was them" Did someone contact her maybe, maybe not, but explain her tone on the phone!!! I got accepted more by white people at Olympia then by the black people of Olympia. The biggest reason, I wasn't black enough for them.

I could list a lot more names but I don't have the year books they won't let me see them!!!! Aren't the yearbooks public record .I am just wondering!!! Mike Giordono(I think he went to Athena and is now a doctor) Denise Arbore (Good friend use to write to me in prison) Rick Secor (I saved his life, ask him to explain how I saved his life) John Cavallero, Mark Hurley, Brian Strong, Lou and Justin Polizzi ( they own The Diplomat Party House), Steve Noochie, Paul Manning (very good friends and was one of the most populars kids in school, ask Paul how popular was I and can he think of anyone that I was friends with at Greece Athena he would know a lot of them, Alison Errigo (good friend), Peter Charalidis, Patrick Cicero, Franklin Davidson, Laura Goodwin, Jason Kuehn, April Luterek, Michael Lomaglio, Rosarie Oliveri, Bryant Scott, Joseph Tartaglia, George State ( he owned the Princess Restaurant, Jason Bovenzi (I think someone said he was a wrestling coach, Benji and Danny lagalt (He is also a sheriff, I spelled his name wrong I know), Nadium Aksay, Jim Kotte, Sherry Dier and her sister, Benji, Al and Steve Viera.

I didn't hang out with a lot of people from Greece Arcadia, and the ones I did, I don't know their last names.Joe, Charles and Tammy Elberti (I was extremely close with all of them), Daren Harmon, Fred Wenzler, Art Gamberdino (he use to let me call him twice a month from prison then he would call any number I wanted on the 3 way call),Joe Scadarrie, Bill Cerrammy, Chad (nick name is Boner, very popular he would know a lot of people from his school that known and liked me) ,Ernest Queen

List of people to ask from Cardinal Mooney

Scott Bevilacqua (very cool with), Brett Deuschle, Louis Goetzman, Brian Grasley, Kevin McGinnity ( that owns The McGinnity's in Greece. Ask Kevin who else was I friends with at Cardinal Mooney he would know) All these people are very popular and in the in crowd.

List of people to ask from Rush Henrietta High

I hung out with a lot of people from Henrietta, but don't remember their last names. Sean Dukes ( he is dead now but we were best of friends and I know his family. When talking about popularity, Sean Dukes wasn't the icing on the cake he was the cake.)Anthony Ingrham, Jimmy Page, Chris Matthews, Scott and Chris Beaman Reggie Weldon, Rice Fitzgerald, Matt Coca, Don Woods, Howard Hill ( very very popular),John Ross, Scott Beaman is very popular look him in his eyes and ask him who knew more people and was more popular me or him, then ask him to name people I was friends with at hisschool because I don't remember last names too well.

List of people to ask from Gates High

Thomas Bertola (very good friends) Danny Dettman (my best friends bother who was one of the best hockey players ever at Gates, Joseph DiMarzo (good friend) Jill Robison (very very good friend) Perry Ball very good friend, Benjamin Ortiz, Monte Nowden (the best quarterback in Gates history), Jimmy and Sean Walker, Sean Bauer good friend, Johnny Uyar good friend, Chris Kaiser, Tom and John Krystan, Andrew Sawczuk ( ask Andy how well did I get along with people at work) Gerard Price (ask Jerry how well did I get along with people at work), Tyrone McRay, Matt Dinicola, Shawn Bentley, Desmond Jackson, Paul O'fray, Alan Webster, Ronald White, Enzo Sacchetti and Jeff Stark.

I HAVE letters from prison that my friends sent me. In some of the letters, one can tell they were crying or in great pain when they wrote it. I HAVE lots of pictures of me in N.Y.C. after 9-11 taking pictures of the site and shaking hands with the Fireman. I use to have one of those flags that blew in the wind on the side of my car after 9-11. I use to wear one of those Remembering 9-11 T-shirt too. Give me a MRI test and ask me how mad was I on 9-11. So I was patriotic even after this country set me up and put me in prison. Now you can call me an expatriate, because I want off this soil and when I see the flag .it reminds me of a vicious calculating killer that has its blackbelt in lying, brutel racism and being flatout devious !!! I can't believe how gullible I was. I have pictures of the Statue of liberty, The Empire State Building and view of NYC on top of the Empire State Building, Brooklyn bridge, Time Square, Ellis Island, United Nations, World Trade Center a month before 9-11,pictures of 9-11 shrine sites, and Central Park, If I hated this country then, then why all the pictures? Lots of them too!!!

Twice in my life I got asked to be a male model because of how I look and most importantly I always had a smile on my face. I got offered to be in a music video .and why people loved me and use to always want to be around me. They have planted the seed and watched it grow.By their standards that letter "Prejudice Stinks" is proof of me being retarded. That's how I really was when I wrote that "Prejudice Stink" letter. For me to love people the way I do and to have people hate my guts is sick and is unrational!!!! Why would I even write that letter knowing people hate me. That would be like me writing a letter to the kkk thanking them for a job well done. Reason alone would tell you that something don't add up!!! As you can see, their full of feces that tell it like it really ain't, because I have wiped out, pulverized and obliterated their clever but stupid argument about people not liking me .AND THE WINNER IS .."ROY S-N-E- DOUBLE .L .SNNNNNNNEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"! !!!!!!!

Computer Confidence isn't for beginners since ring around the roses. The course is more like a trick then a treat. It's almost like Marie has found away to get away with as little as possible legally. I didn't know that getting a decent education in Rochester would be so difficult. I thought all you had to bring to the party was your brain and the desire and willingness to learn. I wasn't qualified to take the course since I had no experience and the course outline said "you need 6 months or more experience to take the course". Get 10 people together who have been reading their whole lives and don't know the first thing about computers and have them sit at a desk reading a 950 page A+ computer book (without ever building a computer and loading an operating system once with help) and see if they could honestly pass both parts of the test without hands on practice. When I told people with computer experience that I passed the hardware part of the test without ever building a computer they said wow!!! Matt had 10 years hardcore experience building and fixing computers and he only passed by a few points. Taking a course there is the same as buying expensive bottled water that's from the kitchen sink.

It's a teacher's job to teach, and not say "Google it". I went through 4 teachers and all had that mind set. There is no other explanation but to point the finger at how the course is run and set up. I think I would have been better off buying a really cheap recycled computer and practicing on it and then take the test when I was ready. It just one problem with that .you paid Computer Confidence to teach me. Computer Confidence is a place where you sign in, read a 950-page book to yourself, "Google it", have coffee/cookies then sign out.

I know Marie is an experienced businesswoman, but she used her experience to get away with the bare minimum. If she could, she would warehouse students in a warehouse like boxes and crates with only a desk and a computer book. I don't care what the law says but that's fraud in my book, because she is raping the taxpayers. I think the Republicans are right when it comes to spending too much on education from my personal experience. School and institutions should be held accountable and/or the people who approved that law that allows schools and institutions to get away with slick scams that set people like Marie up in a no lose situation. She has got herself one hell of a deal.

I bet NO ONE in history has ever sued BOCES for not teaching them right. BOCES A+ course cost $5,000 with all the hands-on experience you could handle from I think 9am to 4pm Monday to Friday . repetition is the mother of learning .right? Computer Confidence is a whopping $6,000 with no hands-on experience from 8am to 12pm, but you could stay at your computer till 4pm if you don't bother the teacher because that is when the teacher has to get his work done. Check BOCES's student overall attendance compared to Computer Confidence overall attendance. Look at all the times students left at 12pm at the two schools. Trust me, if you're learning something that you want to learn .you don't think about time unless you really have to be somewhere. Most people at Computer Confidence can't wait till 12pm or sooner, because all they're doing is reading and rereading a 950-page book that they could read anywhere. When I argued with her about me not learning how to build computers she said that Computer Confidence was mainly here to help people pass the A+computer test .as in Computer Confidence is really a testing center. Make sure you ask me this question under a MRI lie detector test too!! I told her about BOCES charging $5000 with all the hands on skills, and her charging $6000 with no skills and she ran "Game" by saying "BOCES students have to wait until the classes are full or just about full before you can take their course ..you can take my course at any time because we cater to our students needs". BOCES students use to laugh and say to me "I don't know how you do it man ..I wish I could learn like that ..I learn by doing things hands on, but if that's how you learn that's cool because not everyone learns the same way. I said, that's how I learn best, too. They laughed and said you got robbed. Ask the BOCES students who went there when I went there. I don't remember their names but one guy was an African american and taught kung fu somewhere.

Marie is a shark and the kind of person that will shoot herself in the arm, then call 9-1-1 and said that you did it .just to save face .reminds me of another institution that I know. I know I told you that I told Marie about M.C.C. and I did. But the real reason why I told her is because she would look at me really funny ..as in are you going to wig out? She had an unsafe air about her .so I wanted to put things at ease. That's the real reason why I told her. I completely understand fear on someone face. What was behind that was someone telling her everything about me and my letters behind my back. I couldn't have Marie being scared of me the whole time I was there .so I told her about M.C.C. Tell her that you would make this thing go away, if she tells you the truth who told her about me and M.C.C!!! As a matter of fact, give her a MRI lie detector test because she is very good at manipulating. About a week later or even that same week "Matt" had called you and told you that the course was a joke. What difference does it make who called you me or Matt? Proof that it was an act of retaliation!!!! Since she knew about me and the college, she thought I was the one that called you to complain. That was the beginning of the end, because she targeted me for destruction. As in he is trying to cause trouble here like he did to the college and I will not allow that to happen. You came in to talk to me one day at Computer Confidence and asked me if I was using obscenity language around women. Remember? I said no and when I got back to the class the male teacher wanted to know really bad why you came there. I told him and he got really mad and said, "Marie is sneaky and that she stands outside the classroom door listening to me that he had caught her lots of times." He told me if she starts anything to let him know and gave me his email address. The day before or earlier that week in the lab after 12pm sometime myself, the black ex BOCES student and the teacher were talking about politics and I used a couple of swear words. We were the only ones in the room and trust me, the teacher and the student didn't get offended. So I was uncomfortable with the lady teacher fill-in/saleswoman and she knew that something was wrong and told me that I did not say anything whatsoever out of the way to her or around her .that was all Marie's doing. By the way, I have only emailed that teacher once.

Marie called herself throwing me a bone by letting me sit in on her overpriced top of the line corporate class for 4 days with two stipulations. One, I could not talk to the other corporate student with 10 years hardcore work experience about anything that happened there or my feelings towards Computer Confidence and two, I was just there to sit in. First day, Marie had got into a fight with the real teacher who was supposed to teach the course, so he left and squealed out of the parking lot with his truck. So Marie let her fill-in/saleswoman teacher teach the course. All she did was read from the book word for word. When I tried to stop her most of the time to explain what she just had read .she told me that I was there to only sit in and listen and that the course was for the corporate student. So that means that if he knew something or a certain section of the book we would skip that part or section. There was something wrong with the networking system so when it came to do the Operating System practices in the book, the sales lady would jerry-rig a way to do it. Not by the book but through her experience. The book would say do this first and that second and most the keys she pressed were not in the book but were shortcuts only a experienced person would know that had networking issues. I still, to this day, don't know what they did because it was always different. That was really the only hands on experience I received. She told me to take the book home and practice all these DOS commands on my computer because of the networking issues. I said what happens if I mess something up she said don't you know anyone that can fix it?

I am an innocent student. I hired no teacher, I didn't write any text book, I don't have any say so on what I am being taught am like a broken curl bar that doesn't hold any weight. The soul responsibility is the institution and in this case it's Computer Confidence. I can't learn if I am not taught. They get paid to teach, not highjack funds legally. Matt had a problem with the teacher not standing up and front of the room teaching from the book. I didn't, because I was used to teaching myself out of a book anyway. I had a problem with not getting any hands-on experience building a computer and hands-on experience working with the different operating systems and practicing the examples in the book where you get your experience. The test isn't about knowlege, it's all about the trial and errors you've seen and felt when you were practicing which equals experience. Education isn't just about knowledge .it's about action putting to use what you learn. Education is useless without action. Especially computers and cnc machining. Going to Computer Confidence is like studying or memorizing the names of the white pages of the telephone book useless. If you don't do anything with your knowledge it's useless. I didn't pass the Operating System part of the test, because of my lack of experience and not my lack of ability. I understand what I read, but without practicing what the book says .it is useless. The test was mostly about experience and not knowledge. As a beginner, just reading and rereading a 950-page computer book is useless without action. One of the books that was purchased we didn't even open once. It was the "A+ Complete Lab Manual 220-301 & 220-302 by Sybex" where you get your hands-on experience with the Operating System like Windows 98 and Windows 2000 to pass the test. The only Operating System software I ever used there was Windows XP and remember that the network system was screwed-up. How could I blow pass my expectations like that?

The computers Marie had for students to practice on to so-called build computers were stacked up in the corner and splattered a crossed a table missing pieces. This component didn't go with that and that didn't go with this etc., etc. All the teachers said the only thing Marie had was a pile of junk for computers and one teacher even said "if Marie thinks that I am going to bring in anything from my private stash at home .am not". Then when I would say I was upset that I took this course here .the teacher would say " why are you mad....you don't have to pay for it out of your pocket"!! One day, they had all the pieces to build a computer so Matt built the computer while I watched and one of the students complained about the noise Matt was making building the computer (not me and him talking) but the sound of parts going together. So Maria said, we couldn't do it anymore and besides Matt had short-circuited one of the only motherboards. She ran "Game" by saying, that she would talk to the owner and see if Matt and I could go in work on computers in the basement, but everytime I brought up the subject she stalled for time by saying she haven't talked with the owner yet or the owner haven't gotten back to me yet. That slick jive talking lady Marie is guilty of deception, swindling and defrauding.

I understand what I read and that test was about not remembering what you read, but about hands-on experience. Either you did it and remembered how you did it; or never seen it, never practiced it, and when its time to take the test .try to guess how it was done. It's like learning to swim without getting into the water. I passed the hardware part of the test with a practice test that I downloaded from the net. I made better use of my time studying at home. I would study for 50 minutes, then rest for 10 minutes for 2 weeks before I took that test. I shouldn't have had to rely so heavily on studying so hard on them practice test, because I should have relied on my hands-on experience that I got from practicing with computers. Studying with the A+ practice test without any hands-on experience is like flat out cheating and won't get you any closer to being competent. One could pass the A+ hardware test if they had an updated version of the practice test without ever seeing a computer because the practice test has a lot of the same questions and answers that the real test has...provided that the test is updated. Just reading the A+ 950-page book without ever building a computer and practicing what the book says and passing both tests is next to impossible. I called this one computer school and asked the person on the phone if it was possible to pass the test by just reading the book without any prior experience, he said he couldn't do it and that it wasn't realistic and that one needs to practice. When I studied for the Operating System part of the test, I studied the practice exam 50 minutes on and 10 minutes off for like most of the day. I had a timer and everything. I am at my best when I wake up and when I work out. I probably took like 50 naps and did hundreds of push ups and still fell short of passing the test. Not because of my ability, but because of my lack of experience. The Operating System part of the test is all about experience and it could be on any of the Operating Systems like windows 95,98,ME,2000,XP and so on. For the most part, all operating system place files and folders in different places all over the system. The test that I took ask me the driving directions (so to speak) on how would you get here, how would you get there, and what folder would you find if you where here? The only way to answer these questions is from your experience you received from practicing .and since I have only worked with Windows XP .a child could see I didn't get my practice on!!! There are a lot of places on the net where one can purchase the actually A+ exam, but it has to be the current version and up to date to get the exact test for that day. The test I purchased wasn't the same as when I took the test. When I have to rely on cheating (practice exam) to pass a test that I should have practiced with hands on experience that is paid for, something is wrong you think????

Since I didn't pass that test, people try to engage and trick me in conversation by asking me all kinds of questions and want to know this and that. Whats behind that is "NIGGA we don't think you can read now ..and I am going to find out one way or the other". I taught myself how to read and write and I didn't read my first book until I was 21 and a half years old. When I say I taught myself, I mean I taught myself. It was just me, the jail cell and a book. I read a lot of books when I was in prison and out of prison. The majority (95%) of the books I have read are nonfiction, because I wanted to get something out of books .rather than just being entertained. Reading is having a deep understanding of what you're reading. I have a deep understanding of what I read and I read for understanding. I haven't read a book that I couldn't understand. I don't know all the words in the dictionary, and one doesn't have to know all the words in the dictionary to read who really does? I am a speed reader that reads fast with a deep concentration of what I am reading .period!!! Ask my ex-girlfriend that lives in Fountain Inn, South Carolina named Deborah Warren how good of a writer I was when I was in prison. I probably wrote about a 1000 letters to her.

Tell any computer professional that I have never installed an Operating System twice and see what they say about me passing the Operating System part of the test. Did you know I have never installed an Operating System twice the whole time I was there?

That fill-in/saleswoman wanted to be the head teacher there so badly, she tried to use her body like one of the %#&@$!s trying to climb the corporate ladder. One day when I was leaving for the day, she bent down in a %#&@$!tish way out of the eye site of the other teacher that was in the room. I looked at her and the other teacher looked at me like he was looking for something .like a reaction from me I guess. So that she could say "did you see it too". I am good at describing things, but I would have to show you what she exactly did. Then when I was in the corporate class, she would cross and uncross her legs wearing a dress lots of times. One day she did it like 10 times in a row where one could almost see up her dress. Something like Sharon Stone. I guess she wanted me to say something to her out of the way so that she could get me in trouble I guess!!! What do you think???? Haven't I had a lot of time to think about this? If I was smart, I wouldn't even put this paragraph in here, but it's staying because I want people to know about ALL the pressure that was applied on me out of retaliation that has left me in my apartment not knowing what to do!!!! Explain to her exactly what a MRI lie detector test is, and tell her that your boss has all the cool high paying jobs that she could have one if she takes a MRI lie detector test and pass. The kid is undefeated when it comes to telling the truth I haven't got caught in one lie yet ..and why would I blow my perfect record on some leather face %#&@$!??? That's unacceptable!!!

That saleslady admitted to me that Marie's course wasn't set up to teach hands-on and especially from a beginner's stand point. At least M.C.C. tooling and machining course was set-up for beginners .they're just practicing racism! I played my position and it's not my fault that the coach was more interested in filling the stands rather than winning. If I would have passed the test, I would have eventually got booed, benched and fired at my computer job as an incompetent employee the first week after I have thrown interceptions and fumbled the ball enough times.

Marie and the teachers encouraged me to lie about the times that I was there. Rather than being there two hours, I put down 5 and 6 hours. When I stopped lying on the sign in/out sheet they got mad. I did this because Marie kept running "Game" on me by telling me that they were going to teach me how to build computers down the basement. I just wanted to learn at all cost.

Marie said Greg "ex-teacher" use to let students stay way pass their schedule dates and that she wasn't going to be doing that anymore. This is Reason talking and not me, why would anybody have to stay pass their schedule date if their getting taught right. Why do people not show up for class all the time? Unless they had a illness or something?

I tried to put my foot down by buying all the computer components to build a computer from scratch and forcing them to show me how to put it together .but she was nasty about it and wrote a letter to you. I ended up having one of my classmates "Matt" with lots of experience build the computer at his home. Marie would look at me really mean especially towards the end of the course. I said look lady I just want to learn how to build computers and my fight is not with you it's with the college. Marie made me write and sign two different letters saying that I will not sue her and in return she said I could bring in my computer to get fix that I already had before the course and the teacher fixed the problem in two seconds because I couldn't get to one of my hard drives and that's it. How could anyone have confidence in Computer Confidence????

Mrs. Jarvie, when I emailed you on 3/8/07 and told you that I promise to write you back within a week, I honestly was planning to. A week after I wrote you that letter I noticed a parking ticket on my windshield outside my apartment on Broezel Street. I read the ticket and it was from another address. It had my Aunt house address that lives across town off of Warning Road, because I was over there the previous night. I even called my Aunt to confirm was that her address and she said yeah and asked why? The next time I got in my car, their were cops everywhere I went. So after I went and got something to eat, I went downtown to pay the parking ticket. I came out to my car one day, and my car was hit. I don't believe in coincidence and especially 3 coincidences because my car has gotten hit 3 different times without me even driving it when it happened since I have been living here. It's very rare that something happens by chance .and especially in the heat of the moment. Ask me under a MRI lie detector test did I have anybody hit it and was the car hit before I moved here?

I don't know how you can help me out now because ALL I want now is to leave this country for good. I haven't received a paycheck in over 6 months, I can't pay September's rent and I have only a little food left. Anyway you can help me out will be greatly appreciated.